Tomahawk
The Quiet Few
The lacquer is creeping into the mirror
And you saw enough
You saw me lost and wandering and
You saw enough

By candlelight you're offering me
A halo of sun
Don't have the heart to go puncturing it
That sacred door

With a love
With a love
With a love

With a pride
With a pride
With a pride

With a love
With a love
With a love

The winds have blown and I'm sorry for me
Winds have blown and I'm sorry for me
And the winds have blown
Winds have blown inside me

Don't linger upon the joy that's in me
It's just a naked ghost
Not hard for the boy that's long up in me
I'm just the host

They are the, they are the they
Me not they, me not they they
They are the quiet few
They are the, they are the they
Me not they, me not they they
They are the quiet few

Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away

Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away