It's all happening
And it's all starting again
It's all happening
And it's all starting again

So cover your hair in your eyes
And I'm sorry I didn't notice him
Standing there
He's over behind the books
Startling man
His mouth's wide open
There's no sound coming from his throat

Faceless man
We bow to you
His speechless mouth's wide open
There's no sound coming from his throat

I'm playing around with dirty fingers
It's getting to the point again
We're all going to perish out loud
That only you and I could hear
The wind will blow us over
Walking, radiating
The wind it's creating a pitch
Walking, radiating
The wind it's creating a pitch

Let it sing, let it sing
Let it sing to you in hell
Let 'em sing, let 'em sing
Let 'em sing to you in hell
Let it sing, let it sing
Let it sing to you in hell

Shadows can not hold hands
Shadows can not hold hands
Shadows can not hold hands
Shadows can not hold hands
Shadows can not hold hands