There's a folktale in this town trying to take your soul.
It forgets about itself, it stares at your soul
The moment it rains, the deep comes to shore to cast away some fear.
We're singing great all along with the night.
You're walking blind in the strange deer.
Stars in your pocket and you're Letting it wander so far
Seasons here and you're drowning Careful of what you hear
Thank you.
The boat, the serpent, and a whale of wishes.
Mother's of the mysteries of water
And oh, the moon is raised, the deep comes to shore
We're singing great all along with the night You're walking blind and scary
Oh, for you to turn to hearts Oh, it's just an underword
Oh, is it here in your heart?
Be careful of what you see.
Thank you.
Oh, oh
