Vampire panic's a devil now
We can fly under an evening shroud
Save your light, sew your stories
Streets are burning, lit by lamps and signs
Streets are burning, lamps are dying
And halos are burning under a quiet asunder
My sanity is fading quick
Unraveling with a tinge of a sick
To a beggar's best, still can't pick
A beggar's best doesn't mean they can pick
When did I just say
Glimpses there flashes forward
With that his back torn
From a glow in the rounding
Daylight spilling out of fountains
The Earth's dreams, it's so astounding
