Weird Old World

Won't you come and wander this weird old world
With all its dark secrets and dreams
We could walk through the lands and fly through the air
And float away in streams

A storm of mystery
Raining all over me
Birds, graves, crocodiles
Whispers carrying on for miles

We talk about this city and all of its lies
That's a joke, we're a cog in its wheel
And we're rolling on down to the end of a hill
And never stopping to feel

A storm of mystery
Raining over me
Wind, souls, emptiness
Childhoods spent in the wilderness

A storm of mystery
Raining over me
Summers past, imbecilеs
Fevers, feathеrs, windowsills

Hey won't you come and look around
You never know what you should find
Maybe it's cold, maybe it's old
Maybe you left it behind
Maybe you left it behind
Maybe you left it behind