Like a fountain throne The soiled blood runs into me There are things - messing up my ways Tomorrow he's a drunkhead Heeling sore knuckles in his sleep These are things - messing up my ways Taking back my locked keys Trading them all for his heart Stop, don't flee from this falsehood Like oaks in a strong gale The battle fills the sylph with a cause Could I ever feel these roots? And my fate pulls me down Divided dandelion Sound of silent sirens elegy The broken bloodline on glum repeat Staring at the darkness I'm waiting for a ghost to arrive To tell me all is all right I've seen my lonely graveyard I walked around with death in my dreams This is my baleful creed And my fate pulls me down Divided dandelion Hear her young bleak heartbroken cries I'm delaying her moon to rise Looking through my fathers eyes I see her gazing at her maker