she brushes through her hair and draws another line scuffles through her clothes and asks me for the time the sky is getting gray her hands are getting cold take me through the wind captured in the woods silenced in the glaze i never understood i play my music well you draw up your designs open your eyes child don t let it linger on open your eyes child don t let it linger on we weren t very close but brothers we became he opened up the sky then faded with the rain he left here all too soon but visits in the well ruins of the land ruins of the light take me through the stream across the ancient night highways being bought children being sold nothing left but fear let s wash it white as snow you can take the bed i ll keep my radio nothing left to say i guess its time to go