| There’s an empty playground
|
| With a bird on the swing
|
| Has an eye for the departed
|
| She loves the fallen king
|
| The eyes that shine from the bedding
|
| The neck that holds their head high
|
| I think I’m spinning out of my heart
|
| It’s such a fitting way to die
|
| So much lives in the winter
|
| It’s not as brutal as man
|
| The hole keeps getting deeper
|
| The ropes are easier to find
|
| Well you don’t have to say you’re sorry
|
| 'Cause we can never turn back
|
| No time to say farewell
|
| Before we bid too much blood
|
| And as the world is on fire
|
| I hear songs with no words
|
| Well in the grand scheme of things
|
| It’s just a dot in the universe
|
| And as the world is on fire
|
| I am deeply immersed
|
| And in the grand scheme of things
|
| It’s just a dot in the universe
|
| We fell asleep under the ice
|
| They took the past and stayed awake
|
| You’ll find the truth in the past
|
| And be burned at the stake
|
| Gagged and bound by the prophets
|
| And dragged kicking through the streets
|
| The point in to the future
|
| Now we truly are free
|
| And as the world is on fire
|
| I hear songs with no words
|
| Well in the grand scheme of things
|
| It’s just a dot in the universe
|
| And as the world is on fire
|
| I am deeply immersed
|
| In the grand scheme of things
|
| It’s just a dot in the universe
|
| It’s just a dot in the universe |