[Verse 1]
Planets of old
This place will suffer dimensions
Branches that wave
Red murky reflections
Itʼs at the tip of my tongue
Whispers from a shallow grave
Bleed in the dirt
The trail soaks

[Chorus]
Arrows of light
Tracking the dream
Arrows of light
Tracking the dream

[Verse 2]
Blood has been sewn
The trials of wander in us
We fight again
Waiting on 11:11

[Chorus]
Arrows of light
Tracking the dream

[Outro]
We should not have come here
Theyʼll turn us to ghosts
Strung up the tree line
Our dead bodies afloat