Well the science That's put us into power Is just daydreams And pale imitation And we can gather the remains and clean the fancy knives We'll throw away the bones and lick our fingers dry As the mountains and the forests crumble to the ground And the ashes and the embers linger all around It's better not to be here when the fire starts With lions all around you with their beating hearts Pounding blood into their veins so they can chase you down As the mountains and the forests crumble to the ground Will you cry When nobody would answer? Now they're gone And left nothing behind When the lights begin to flicker and the candles die When the fireplace is empty and our bodies lie In the bedroom by the staircase with the painted walls We can dream of all the ghosts that roam these shadowed halls On the mattress we can listen through the haunted sounds In the attic where the footsteps that go all around We can sleep until the sunrise meets our tired eyes And the lights will start to flicker while the candles die