Wicked mystery come | |
in clouds of falling leaves, | |
that ushers in the cold | |
and sends us underneath. | |
We go under the ground, underground | |
We go under the ground, underground | |
We travelled unaware | |
our city was in flames | |
Left with no planned escape, | |
we set our hearts ablaze | |
We go under the ground, underground | |
We go under the ground, underground |