our finds beneath the cloak of night has our minds in control
we guard them with our weary eyes and we watch them grow
when the time is right and we’re ready to begin
at first tide your patience’s wearing thin
we scatter in the night
like scarlet red on winter white melting into thin
the kind of which i came to be after being swallowed whole
by offering a piece of me,to any given fool
we scatter in the night
like innocent sheets of white spreading by the wind
they turn to us
they ask us why
who say they are to trust what we define