Visions

I walk with phantoms and leaves are burning at my feet

I walk with phantoms

Sometimes they rage

Sometimes they fade

Some must watch while some are

Singing

Singing the hum of the walking dead

I walk with phantoms and leaves are ice at my feet

I walk with phantoms

Here is the truth:

Seven wonders

And the will to live

Singing the hum of the walking dead

Thinking of every word that you said

Singing as garden walls ripple with the blur of bees,

Sweetly singing as sunlight streams through the aching trees,

Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness,

Singing the hum of the walking dead

Burning like the gaze upon a faithless friend

Burning down the lonely trees always in the end

Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness,

Dragging the heels of the walking dead

Dragging out every word that you said

"Ripple with the blur of bees

Through the aching trees,

Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness

Ripple with the blur of bees

Burning down the lonely trees

Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness..."