Get all the children inside...
Spirits are dead, sing in the sky.
They're like a flickering flame,
almonds of war whisper your name.
This heavenly ballet, it descends upon you.
You can run, you can try to hide, but you won't get far.
When the sun brings a northern lights,
They know where you are,
They know where you are!
Are!
Can't find the words to describe,
Must've been tricks played on your eyes.
Could be a message of hope, a friendly embrace, a distant "hello".
But no one really knows...
You can run, you can try to hide, but you won't get far.
When the sun brings a northern lights,
They know where you are,
They know where you are!
Are! Are!
Wavering lights, colors of night, God must be angry,
How could you think differently?
But there's a reason?
One that science will find!
You can run, you can try to hide, but you won't get far.
When the sun brings a northern lights,
They know where you are!
You can run, you can try to hide, but you won't get far.
When the sun brings a northern lights,
They know where you are,
They know where you are!
Are!
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