She brushes through her hairnAnd draws another linenScuffles through her clothesnAnd asks me for the timenThe sky is getting graynHer hands are getting coldnnTake me through the windnCaptured in the woodsnSilenced in the glazenI never understoodnI play my music wellnYou draw up your designsnnOpen your eyes, childnDon’t let it linger onnOpen your eyes, childnDon’t let it linger onnnWe weren’t very closenBut brothers we becamenHe opened up the skynThen faded with the rainnHe left here all too soon, but visits in the wellnnRuins of the land, ruins of the light,nTake me through the streamnAcross the ancient nightnnHighways being boughtnChildren being soldnnNothing left but fearnLet’s wash it white as snownYou can take the bed, I’ll keep my radionNothing left to saynI guess its time to go