They, they come They, they come They, they come I can feel this I can feel this I can feel this Phones are tapped again They know just what I've said
Vertaling: Falling Up. Tentoonstelling.
They, they come. The fog it lifts, the shadows shift the wind. Within the lanterns have been lit. So slip the night. So start the race, your nameless
They, they come. The fog and mist the shadow shifts. A win, within. The lanterns have been lit. So slip, the night. So start erase your name This place
