And here's enough of them for many a nightly breath And a fine shelter from the jealous too The rise of an extinguished art Higher dreams have come to us And here's enough of them The depressive season there with sceneries filled with idols Hell the space is no more Who named the crown that fell What do you think Who were supposed to make it this time Yes blacken little hearts I can't believe my eyes You romanticized the depths of this one The wisdom of men and women says Those things we can't speak directly of We must refer to them What do you think Who were supposed to make it this time Yes blacken little hearts
And here's enough of them for many a nightly breath And a fine shelter from the jealous too The rise of an extinguished art Higher dreams have come to us And here's enough of them The depressive season there with sceneries filled with idols Hell the space is no more Who named the crown that fell What do you think Who were supposed to make it this time Yes blacken little hearts I can't believe my eyes You romanticized the depths of this one The wisdom of men and women says Those things we can't speak directly of We must refer to them What do you think Who were supposed to make it this time Yes blacken little hearts
