Storms off to the west
Speak up there's thunder in the distance
The wood beneath our feet joins the crickets in their plea
Walking away from me
A dose of my own concoction
But you can't leave
Bound to me in this dimension in-between
We are the architects and the arsonists
The ones who conjured and deceived
Last seen in the autumn room, fleeing
There's a reason why
Why we return
Why we return
To irrelevance
There's a reason why
Why we return
Why we return
Robed in disguise
Redemption
Unfulfilled
Expectations
Nulled
Bound to me in this dimension in-between
We are the architects and the arsonists
The ones who conjured and deceived
Last seen in the autumn room, fleeing
Their destination
Never knowing The autumn room won't burn
The autumn room won't burn
Untouched for inevitable return
Flames with hate to last
Speak up there's sirens in the distance
Relax I have no doubt we're on the next train home
If we even survive
If we're even alive
If we haven't been dragged back
By father time's knife
Maybe this will be the last one
Of these polar opposite intentions
Locomotives and their own discretion
Maybe this will be the last one
We'll get away with everything
Bound to me in this dimension in-between
We are the architects and the arsonists
The ones who conjured and deceived
Last seen in the autumn room, fleeing
Their destination
Never knowing
The autumn room won't burn
The autumn room won't burn
Untouched for inevitable return