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
Singing
I walk with phantoms and leaves are ice at my feet
I walk with phantoms
Here is the truth:
Seven wonders
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