Five old folds Covered in dust, old ghosts Freeing a weak link seeking release If i could come up with the meaning, Leading to me Sore eyes set on a timeline A wheel hooked on an altered shadow On the shoulder of the oak's spine I flew over the night in silence I'm alive in the owls eye Five old folds Covered in dust, old ghosts Freeing a weak link seeking release If i could come up with the meaning, Leading to me Sore eyes set on the sideline I flew over the night in silence I'm alive in the owls eye