When the Old Ones Come Video (MV)

This house is haunted
By the spirits of our arguments
The echoes of our yelling never stop
You can never admit
That you might be wrong
And I don't know when to let things drop

But when the Old Ones come
We will bite our tongues
And alone in our house we will dream

We're always quick
To draw on one another
Afraid to let our weaknesses be seen
As if confessing
To our human follies
Would have us burst apart at the seams

But when the Old Ones come
We will put away our guns
And alone in our house we will dream

Dream of cities lost beneath the waves
Let go of petty squabbles
Stop assigning blame
Dance with abandon into the flames
On that day
On that day

'Cause when the Old Ones come
Our race will be run
This curse will come undone
Our struggle will be won

Yeah when the Old Ones come
We will finally be one
And alone in our house we will dream