There's a notebook and a candlelight
Moving fingers, shades on the wall
Dark puppets bowing at our feet
(And the show begins)
Finding notes, finding chords and finding homes
Putting silence where the words seemed ill
Hallowed thoughts take shape and dance in the rain
There's a jester in the sky
Calling your name
And the twilight of his sound
Light your way
Will I see you, honed to rise?
As the whole world revels by your side
Or would eyes fail before I am done
Writing your story of innocence
Hearing dreams, touching light and kissing hope
Running home like the blind faith of a child
Jumping head-first in the rabbit hole
(I am coming home)
Running out of time but never mind
Everybody's gone but I am still here
Running headlong to find a trace of you
'Cause the motion of the stars
Quench our thirsts
And the worries of the world
Fade away
Will I see you, honed to rise?
As the whole world revels by your side
Or would eyes fail before I am done
Writing your story
Will they recall who I was?
As they are dancing on our graves
I hope to see you before my eyes run dry
And kill the evil off
In your story of innocence