Tied To a Tree

In the blackest hole

Hid the whitest hare

With his pale, pink eyes

You knew were once mine

Bound by dying stars

To a burning tree

You give searing stares

Tied up by your hair

Where we used to meet

To see how we would look

In the dying light

Down the blackest hole

Chase the wraith and flee

For his pale pink eyes

Still belong to me

By a dying star

To a burning tree

You were bound by your hair

And I left you there

Where we usеd to meet

To see how we would look

In the dying light

Wherе we used to meet

To see how good you look

In my dying light

There with me

With the whitest hare

With me

In the blackness

With the pink eyes

In the blackest hole

Where we used to meet

To see how we would look

In the dying light

Where we used to meet

To see how good you look

In my dying light

Where we used to meet

To see how we would look

In the dying light