We were kind of heroes, wicked little machines. Captains and Cavalries forming empires in shade of the trees. Without hesitation, kings of the forest town.
After having spent a fast year waiting for the next time I can get you close. I grew used to being back here like a and rhyme, soldier at his post. You call and I respond, the sparrow and the song.
Here in the open. Cool as a hand in the dark. Near as voices that hand in the air. They're comin' through. . Caught in a moment. Sweetness and weak as a high.