Thrice Albatross
The wayward marks
The waves of pain and pleasure
The hallowed dark
The hollow grin
The fallow fields, the golden grain
The tower fell, the star remains
The token scrawled
Into our skin
They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down
Thе waiting rooms
The weight of empty housеs
The harvest moon
The holy wars
The swirling ash, the swindled years
The cracks through which the light appears
We stumble through
A saffron door
They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down
[Instrumental Break]
They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down
They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down
Before the sun goes down
Before the sun goes down
