Smells of wet leather
And wings without feathers
Are locked in the room
From countless endeavours
These curious treasures
Light up with the moon
How scattered the prize
So precious, so fine
Too good to ignore
All those boxes exist
Sweet amethyst
And there's still room for more
Hundred years gone by
All I have is encased
I remember the time you came
For my curious ways
But not before I tried
To keep them in their place
Wooden doors are left open
The long lost has spoken
Of its fabled throne
Triumphant unrest
As The stories suggest
Of the great tupelo
Dusty skulls hang up high
Rusty railroad ties
Are piled on the floor
Hundred years gone by
All I have is encased
I remember the time you came
For my curious ways
But not before I tried
To keep them in their place
Taking off running your pale star is coming
And soon it blooms over the sea
A haunted collection a furious spectrum
Is hidden and kept far away
Sharpness, not weakness will help you see through this
And keep you from turning too fast
Despite all your hopes you are pulled by the ghost
And fall through the looking glass
All the weary and desperate
Come the day, you'll manage
Find a world that shelters you
Offer and reveal the truth
And when you find your safe return
A wild wind will blow you in
Towards A fire that doesn't burn
So keep pushing on, wanderer
Collection near complete
My pockets are full
My deep roots will awaken me
Gonna carry me home