Oh, mother, where you been, you look so warm, so thin You're a taker, dancemaker, let me hear you sing, yeah, yeah
Oh, father, at the door, you don't smile anymore You're a drifter, a shapeshifter, let me see you run, yeah, yeah
Oh, the idol, guard the night, oh, keep the spirit strong Watch her grow, child of all, oh, keep holding on
When I ran through the deep dark forest long after this begun Where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none And I hoped for a trace to lead me back home from this place But there was no sound, there was only me in my disgrace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Move, mother, where you been?
You look so worn and so thin.
You're a taker, deathmaker.
Let me hear you sing.
Yeah, yeah.
Move, father, at the door.
You don't smile anymore.
You're a drifter, shape-shifter.
Let me see you run.
Yeah, yeah.
Wayward winds, the voice that sings
of a forgotten land.
See it fall, child of all.
Oh, lend a mending hand.
When I ran to the deep dark forest long after this begun
where the sun would set, trees were dead
and the rivers were numb
and all four trees would lead me back home from this place.
But there was no sound, there was only me in my disgrace.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You
