Burn Beneath a disgraced moon Before it's May it's June It is too late too soon
Freeze Beneath a silent sun (Don't look so stunned) The deal is raw The numbers are well done
The planes are well-adjusted as you type into the field Hoods and shackles, sterile wings of steel Soon a silver bird will come with rapture in its clause To spirit and deposit you abroad
The models are corrected but the currency is strange Nothing's different, everything has changed They that trap themselves between the fields and the sea Pray in vapors they can barely breathe
Burn Beneath a disgraced moon Before it's May it's June It is too late too soon
Freeze Beneath a silent sun (Don't look so stunned) The deal is raw The numbers are well done