You say your time has come, you're tired of waking
You came with the season as the first swallow sang
A
One of us is gonna be here and
And one of
You should be wilder, you're no fun at all
Yeah, thanks
You show up like a hurricane
All hungry eyed and weather
Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken cold and
You are a thunderous thing, wondrous king
The face of rival-less
We are not frightened anymore
We stood up, we stood up
And
Wretched, look at me, I've lost it
Melting on the table,
If we were children I would bake you a mud
It must be written that the moon
Elbowed the stars and