while the world stood still around us we drove dreamless lost and found again around towns adrift and nameless thrown in mad arrangements bruised with orange light this could be the end of the world smoke and curls and the screaming bells when i awoke i couldn t tell in the kingdoms in the bright blue heavens see the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven and your wild abandon well you look like death and will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens while the world stood still around us we drove dreamless lost and found again around towns adrift and nameless thrown in mad arrangements bruised with orange light in the kingdoms in the bright blue heavens see the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven and your wild abandon well you look like death and will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens