The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets
And they will sell them for nothing
A cheap watch or locket
That kind of gold washes off
The sad at like lepers, they stick to the shadows
And long to ring bells of warning
To tell of their coming
So that the pure can shut their doors
The angry are animals, senseless and savage
They act without order in logical lapses
They stain their mouths with blood
So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight
The corn has grown stalks that form a wall that hides
The wind carries sounds that I can’t see from beyond that line
Then the stalks begin to sway
Oh stay with me, Arienette, until the wolves are away
The wicked are vultures, they bake in the canyons
They circle in sunlight and wait for their victims
To collapse and call to them
The desperate are water
They will run down forever and soak into silence
To just end up together in some dark and distant place
So don’t leave me here with only mirrors watching me
This house it holds nothing but the memories
And the moon, it bleeds silver, but never sleeps
And then the silver turns to gray
So stay with me, Arienette, until the wolves are away