…else He must change his shape As an eagle he swept up Wanted to soar heavenward The sun burnt his cheeks The moon lit his brows Wanted to soar heavenward The sun burnt his cheeks The moon lit his brows The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara…

…I get my confidence from a brand new shirt I know it doesn't make sense but I swear it works I've tried to plant flowers just to hide the dirt And I've tried to find pleasure in disguising the hurt I dress it up And…

…With the fire from the fireworks up above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand You run for cover in the Temple of Love You run for another, but still the same For the wind will blow my name across…

…Shut up…