Run away to the pulse of my blood
Until the sky thickens above me
Wooden limbs scratching air where they stand
A frozen scream, an Alice in Wonderland fall
Flashing eyes, woven hands
A smile in the dark that dissolves into nothing
And time stands still
And all your butterflies
We were chasing a star that burns empty
And blind to the hold
Of your own inarticulate hands
You held on for my dear life
And we choke as we are both rendered empty
You'll get nothing from me
Fall away, back to Earth, spitting sand
Underhanded men forge the anwers in their own hand
Down to Earth, where nothing else flies
Where gravity is met with its own eyes
And all your butterflies
We were chasing a star that burns empty
And blind to the hold
Of your own inarticulate hands
You held on for my dear life
And we choke as we are both rendered empty
You'll get nothing from me
You'll get nothing from me
♪
Run away to the pulse of my blood
Until the sky thickens above me
Wooden limbs scratching air where they stand
A frozen scream, an Alice in Wonderland fall
♪
The flesh of the Earth all worn away thin
The seconds stone-cold in a moment gone dim
A plunge into darkness and vanity's grasp
Where faces haunt mirrors trapped in by the past
And all your butterflies
We were chasing a star that burns empty
And blind to the hold
Of your own inarticulate hands
You held on for my dear life
And we choke as we are both rendered empty
You'll get nothing from me
♪
You'll get nothing from me
You'll get nothing, nothing, nothing from me