Last night I dreamt of holy lands with unholy laws Last night I met an acrobat without any arms The shortest straw will win her hand in marriage Tonight I long for fairy tales and heavy hearts Tonight I turn over every stone that you wore out The shortest straw will win her hand in marriage [Chorus:] I'll find you, then hide you, in my hourgla** I'll find you, then hide you, in my hourgla** Fickled seasons. Seasoned demons Rumi's reasons got me thinking now [Chorus]