I dream of beheadings and goose-feather bedding on fire
I dream of beheadings and goose-feather bedding on fire
A sword through the eye
For an endless supply of beginnings
The madness of winning
Forget and let it soak to the bone
Crumblin' walls, mossy halls
I don't know the ending
I don't know the ending
Fire in your eye
I said goodbye in the evening
And into the sun
Ooh (ah)
Ooh
Crumblin' walls, mossy halls
Back to the beginning
Back to the beginning
Fire in our eyes
We said goodbye in the evening
And into the sun
Into the sun
Run, run faster and forward only toward the sun
