But the sounds of a warning by the morning of hound dogs coming for me
Well, your eyes have turned red
With the ropes leading back to your knees
You'll have started on a new one of anguish and delusion
As the bells in the trees up above all swung and rang softly
And are holding me inside your story, in the end
Of castles and sandstones on the back beach
With sunlight unfolding
And you looking straight at me
He smiles just like a magician who's just cast his illusions
On your knees in the rain with a basket of flowers just for me
And bright lights within your reach
