The fragile keep secrets And they will sell them for nothing Gathered in pockets That kind of gold washes off A cheap watch or locket They stick to the shadows And the sad act like lepers They 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 They stain their mouths with blood In logical lapses Oh, the corn has grown stalks This barren land is alive tonight That form a wall to hide So take my hand That I can't see from beyond that line But the wind carries sounds Then the stalks begin to sway Until the wolves are away Oh, stay with me, Arienette The wicked are vultures And they bake in the canyons To collapse and call to them And wait for their victims They circle in sunlight The desperate are water They'll run down forever And end up together And soak into silence So don't leave me here with only mirrors watching me In a dark and distant, dark and distant place And the moon, it leaves silver but never sleep This house, it holds nothing but the memories And then the silver turns to gray Oh stay with me, Arienette Until the wolves are away