Thin

A fire's beneath the cloak of night has our minds in control

We guard them with our weary eyes and we watch them grow

When the time is right

And we're ready to begin

At the first tide, your patience wearing thin

Scattered in from night

I scrawl it in a winter white

Melting into thin air

The kind of which I came to be

Left of being swallowed whole

By offering a piece of me

To any given fool

Scattered in the mud

Like innocent shades of white

Spreading by the wind

(Change goes on)

(Wind blows south)

It doesn't end

They ask us why, who said we had a chance?

Want me to fall?

It doesn't end (through the wind, through the wind)

They ask us why, who said we had a chance?

Want me to fall?

Too thin (through the wind, through the wind)

Too thin, too thin (through the wind, through the wind, through the wind)

(Change goes on)

(Through the wind, through the wind, through the wind)

(Wind blows south)