This house holds nothing but the memories
They stain their mouths with blood
They circle in sunlight and wait for their victims
They long to ring bells of warnin' to tell us that their coming
Well wicked are vultures, and they bake in the canyons
Oh, stay with me Arienette
Then the silver turns to gray
So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight
And a dark and distant, dark and distant place
To collapse and call to them
But the wind carries sounds that I can't see from beyond that line
Until' the wolves are away, yea
So, don't leave me here with only mirrors watching me
Oh, the corn has grown stalks that form a wall to hide
And the moon it leaves silver but never sleep
A cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off
And the angry are animals senseless and savage
And they soak into silence, and end up together
Then the stalks begin to sway
Oh, stay with me Arienette
And the sad act like lepers, they stick to the shadows
And desperate of water, they run down forever
They act without order in logical lapses
So that the pure can shut their doors
