White Water In the Morning

It's all happening
 It's all starting again
 So cover your hair in your eyes
 I am sorry I didn't notice him
 Standing there
 He's over behind the books
 Startling man
 His mouth's wide open
 But there's no sound coming from his throat
 Faceless man, we woo to you
 Little, speechless mouth wide open
 But there's no sound coming from his throat
 I'm playing around with dirty finger
 It's getting to the point again
 We're all going to perish out loud
 That only you and I could hear
 The wind will blow us over
 Walking, radiating
 The wind - it's creating a pitch
 Let it sing, let it sing
 Let it sing to you in Hell
 Let 'em sing, let 'em sing
 Let 'em sing to you in Hell
 Shadows cannot hold hands
 Shadows exaggerate them
 Shadows cannot hold hands