We smiled in my dreamnDancing on the Northern LightsnWith razors at our feetnBut it's alright because they don't bleednWe sail across the seanThe current tosses, clenching teethnCatching up to menThe dust settles and I'm set freennThe choir is in a trapnBut it's OK they seem too happynThe songs require a feenAnd in the darkest tone they'll sing for threenThey'll start to drink the painnAnd everything is gone againnCatching up to menIs everyone that's already seennnThe spider's drank its bloodnOur web is destroyed by sufferingnWhen all has had they're fillnSmoke will rise up to the scenenWhen everyone is gonenThey won't share their companynCatching up to menDeath becomes lonely coyote...