There's something in the walls
Hide your eyes, look away
And as the clouds bleed the dawn
Fold your hands, try and pray
And when the lightning struck the lawn
The fire it burned for days
And when the thunder sang its song
All the gods came out to play
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
I think it's time to go
I don't make the rules, I don't know the secret codes
I think it's time to go
I can't read the map, I can't find the way back home
I think it's time to go
Call me tomorrow and make sure you drive slow
I think it's time to go
So hurry up, it's time
Hurry up, it's time!