The Birthday Massacre - The Sky Will Turn

Doors of many, as of few, leading inside out, around and through.
Past forgotten, now as new.
A line dividing false and true.

This one and only room.
And as trapped as we are, its the devil we know.
The exeptions we make will never be shown.
To the rest of the world, what we touch turns to gold
.
For a moment we freeze, but if ever there's a full moon breaking, its painting our faces.
We will know which way the sky will turn.
We're at the blood eclipse and we can't look away.
Its like a car crash burning at the edge of the earth.

In the rainstorm,soft and grey.
Leading inside out, and float away.
Soon to stop, and hope to stay.
A light defining night and day.

And this is how we pray.
And as trapped as we are, its the devil we know.
The exceptions we make will never be shown.
To the rest of the world, what we touch turns to gold.
For a moment we freeze, but if ever there's a full moon breaking,its painting our faces.
We won't know which way the sky will turn.
We're at the blood eclipse and we can't look away.
Its like a car crash burning at the edge of the earth.

If ever there's a full moon breaking, its painting our faces.
We will know which way the sky will turn.
We're at the blood eclipse and we can't look away.
Its like a car crash burning at the egde of the earth.