the sky will turn

doors of many

as of few

leading inside out

around and through

past forgotten

now as new

a line dividing false and true

this one and only room

and as trapped as we are

it's the devil we know

the exceptions we make will never be shown

to the rest of the world

what we touch turns to gold

for a moment

we freeze

but if ever there's a full moon breaking

it's painting our faces

we won't know

which way

the sky will turn

we're at the blood eclipse

and we can't look away

it's like a car crash burning

at the edge of the earth

in the rainstorm

soft and grey

leading inside out and float away

soon to stop and hope to stay

a light defining night and day

and this is how we pray

and as trapped as we are

it's the devil we know

the exceptions we make will never be shown

to the rest of the world

what we touch turns to gold

for a moment

we freeze

but if ever there's a full moon breaking

it's painting our faces

we won't know

which way

the sky will turn

we're at the blood eclipse

and we can't look away

it's like a car crash burning

at the edge of the earth

if ever there's a full moon breaking

it's painting our faces

we won't know

which way

the sky will turn

we're at the blood eclipse

and we can't look away

it's like a car crash burning

at the edge of the earth