From the recording Drawn West

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Looking for something better
What’s so wrong, wrong with that
Leaving behind, all the bitter heart taste
Tiptoe in alone, with thirty souls they never would embrace

Carrying white gold
For a scarlet stained, dirty shade of green
The moon won’t rise, the clouds cover the sea
So close your eyes, for the dream you might prefer to believe

So close your eyes, close, close your eyes
Comforts the spirit in your sleep

Here they come, here they come, they’re coming for me
It’s coming ‘round, won’t let us be
Here they come, here they come, that bright light’s on me
Capsized and down, cause freedom isn’t always free