Sparrow-Three

A spoken words assumes the shape of histories to come, and the question raised is a shadow on the run. And so you lower your voice and you make your choice and then you whisper, "There could be no other way," and for the very first time in a very long time I can believe the words you say. I'm not your enemy and I hope you know, I sit and stare into your hollow eyes and away we go, and I want you to know... I'm not gonna blame you for the beginning of the end. I've been reading the sign waves, have been all my life. 'cause we know the difference between the worlds the eye begins to wonder how... But your eyes are as cold as empty caves, and unmarked graves. You know I wish that there could be some other way. And for the very first time in a very long time you can believe the words I say. I'm not your enemy and I hope you know, I see the hunger in your hollows eyes and I watch it grow, caught in the flow of your blood's undertow. I'm not gonna blame you for the beginning of the end. I've been reading the sign waves, have been all my life. 'cause we know the difference between the worlds the eye begins to wonder how... I'm not gonna blame you for the beginning of the end. I've been reading the sign waves, have been all my life. 'cause we know the difference between the worlds the eye begins to wonder how... Spoke to your ghost in a dream so real, like a photograph for the way that I feel; to wonder how. It's time to take your chemical, close your eyes and the twilight pulls you under.