Apophis

It's always when I'm away that the seasons change
The leaves on the trees all get rearranged
And then I'm aware that the scenery's aged
A couple less of the rest and a few more graves
It's always when I'm away that the seasons change
The leaves on the trees all get rearranged
And then I'm aware that the scenery's aged
A couple less of the rest and a few more
All dead as can be
Lost at American sea
Seven strings and one of them strung
At the gaunt tree where the blossom's sprung
Gone to heaven now
We're guided by northern lights where the west is all dry
And these holes with the poles are a sign to the sky
And the stars look at ours where we're always in sight
And they see, we reveal, we do it all for spite
We're guided by northern lights where the west is all dry
And these holes with the poles are a sign to the sky
And the stars look at ours where we're always in sight
And they see, we reveal, we do it all for spite
Torn feather
And the rust from the iron trees
Remember the fantasies
Wherever your scatter me
Worn leather
And the dust from those awful dreams
Remember the fantasies
Dead as can be
Lost at American sea
Seven strings and one of them strung
At the gaunt tree where the blossom's sprung
Gone to heaven now