Close my eyes, something's there
Spirit of old moons setting a snare
You know I can't bail you out.
There is a moan in the room where you sleep
And old dead languages settling deep
You know I can't bail you out.
They say there's silver in this hollow ground
That we can find it but we can't make a sound
I see there's dirt underneath your nails
But what would happen if we tried and failed?
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