The fragile keep secrets
Gathered in pockets
And they will sell them for nothing.
A cheap watch or locket
That kind of gold washes off.
And the sad act like lepers,
They stick to the shadows,
They long to ring bells of warning
To tell of their coming
So that the pure can shut their doors.
The angry are animals,
Senseless and savage,
They act without order
In logical lapses,
They stain their mouths with blood.
So take my hand,
This barren land is alive tonight.
Oh, the corn has grown stalks
That form a wall to hide.
But the wind carries sounds
That I can't see from beyond that line.
Then the stalks begin to sway...
Oh, stay with me, Arienette,
Until the wolves are away.
The wicked are vultures
And they bake in the canyons,
They circle in sunlight
And wait for their victims
To collapse and call to them.
The desperate are water,
They'll run down forever
And soak into silence,
And end up together.
In a dark and distant, dark and distant place,
So don't leave me here with only mirrors watching me.
This house, it holds nothing but the memories,
And the moon, it leaves silver but never sleep.
And then the silver turns to gray...
Oh stay with me, Arienette,
Until the wolves are away.