Album: Dim the Aurora
I wore a prince's robe
I watched the spider webs grow
I saw the dust implode
I held the wind's command
Sold it for magic sand
I felt the sleight of hand
We held our days in a jar
Slept through the sun's alarm
We felt the burning scar
And now I see the tracks
Hear almost every tap
But we're not over that...over that...