The Alchemist

Under the sun lit gold the wires Stitched through me along the way Another one that won't believe in me Goes spinning down the empty drain I see through the burning leaves You're out in the open Under the moon the frozen wires Fix the trail of our remains Another one that won't be leaving me Goes filling up the empty dream I see through the burning leaves You're out in the open I'll make you a part of me When cutting you open