Too many words these days have hallowed and turned our heads Much like the false illusions that burned our minds into red They borrowed our dreams and paid us back with lies. So we set our course for fields untouched by hands Bearing our children down from morning into the night Words could only tell a story two days wide Could we have stumbled into fate? for us it's a mystery Our shadows showing up too late, again Again it appeared our hearts were in his hands The colors of blue and green had melted across the land We'd started again, a story two days wide Had we just stumbled onto fate? and for them it's a mystery Our stories coming on too late, again So we set our sights on london and we called upon the battle brigade As our hungry horses tired our feet cold feel their burning cascade Could we hold ourselves together, and land up on our feet upright? The trail was angry, cold and ruthless abandoning all we had to fight This was the path we had grade. it was ground that we'd laid It was the battle we'd made. it was our life on this day. All out of reach, the gold slipped through our hands Setting a course for emeralds in the sand Taking a stone and folding into dust Words falling parallel and emptying out as such In an effort to achieve all we felt was right Bookmarked in a chapter of leafless binding in white Our tales put us to bed at night A path full of hope underscored and full of destiny Crowded our insights to live within our dreams And act on instinct alone ... believing our sons would come home So we stumbled into town to see what was the matter Only to find a sea of disaster with imaginary friends And imaginary creatures, the constable had come to us and said "Run before it's too late"