Well, where were we when stolen turns
 Of torment heard crept through the trees?
 The faceless stage of loaded leaves
 The mountain mounds around our feet

 The soiled and severed dormant reeds
 On shopfronts filled our brooding streets
 The love we draw, upon so sweet
 The moment strained our stillness

 Above the calls of only men
 That brave the dirt of handheld pen
 And in the end our weightless state
 Was all we had to break away
 I know I should have stayed that day
 Your eyes wrapped 'round me still

 And in the now, this wistful town
 Was swept and drowned beneath its ground

 But how the streets adore me now
 But how the streets adore me now

 My love, my light, my darkness