Lyrics

You wake in a home You assume it is your own A hazy head, but a comfy bed Nothing seems wrong You make moans You put your trousers on You walk the path, you do the math Wonder where the time's gone You forget to care New faces everywhere I watch you fact-check, try to recollect There's nothing there I kick the earth I shake and cry and curse It's my fault now I sold you out I'm the last White Lighter No? No! Got the book bound Encoded sound In the Dead House I won't let you down Down with their trash! Up with our flag! I got you back You draw your first new map Me and you and our four dimensions Drifting through the space-time continuum Glad to be here with you, my friend Follow me into oblivion! And we know there's big and bad things waiting for us At least we're no longer lost, we have the compass We are flags dancing now Hoist us up Safe in the clouds We are the White Lighters