Lyrics:

The choir aches, the trumpets sting our hearts
Expected fate of everything, we need to know the source
The flesh is aged, we shudder with every budge
And if I remain, then lead me in
We live through written words, words

I am vague to you, a fly on the wall
Your stardust in the whisk, the lonesome dawn
I am a trick to you, a deserted thought
Adrift in the mist, some ugly luck

Violent shakes, if I’m caught then I’m done
The sirens rang, the masses fled
There’s nothing left for us
The choir aches, we need to know the source
If I remain, then lead me in
We live through extinct words
Our words
Our words
Our words

I am vague to you, a fly on the wall
Your stardust in the whisk, the lonesome dawn
I am a trick to you, a desolate howl
Absence of the wish, too far gone
I'm too far gone


I am vague to you, a fly on the wall
Your stardust in the whisk, the lonesome dawn
I am a trick to you, an exhausted want
I don’t know where you've been or where you are
Or where you are