i watched the metal dance and shimmer
as her world sped apart
the whole time counting it off
in lines dripped down the sink
i feel her shadow reach in and spin the thread of fate
the phantom resurrected born of seasons in grace
now you can play the vandal and i'll watch for police
then i can play the singer that turns it into grief
and we'll stagger out links of a memory
as the sirens scream outside
but if you're trading in your soul for the sympathy
then the wraith is in the bells it's and ready when you are
(waiting... waiting... waiting... wake me)
if it takes all night, love
i met a daughter
born of a thousand dreams
but i know they were fit to pass
when i find her arm drained white
with slices up and down
if i am losing touch will you reach me
i feel it in the dark
they'll come to take my place
her rib cage jails sadness
as we tremble and change
but i will hold the camera
and you can play the thief
and i can play the singer
that turns it into grief
then we'll stagger out links of a memory
and cast this hurt aside
but we come to find you lost and though it feels the same
the dust over this spell is ready when you are
to let me in, love, you're a part of me
i know the marks were meant to last
too young to find you locked inside a teenage dream
but if you ever need me here, i'll be ready when you are
now i know you wanted it all
but you look up and the stars won't realign
they shine down bright but don't know we exist
and it's so damn hard to watch you turn into this
as tortured thoughts come alive
they're etched into her skin
but her heart is still untouched
and the age of innocence isn't lost
until this feeling begins
then the sweetest child is never a child again
and i know you wore it all just like an ornament of pain
but i know you want to change and i believe in you