Leaves are falling, the wolves are calling
And d**h goes with them.
The light is waning the night will reign o'er me
But in the heart of the deepest dark, the light is shining
I lift my head from my dying bed and sing
Oh what beautiful things I see
The lunatics with the fire-sticks and the deadly rhythm,
They reprimand us with reckless savagery.
But in the midst of apocalypse, the dove brings tidings
I lift my eyes to the the azure skies and sing.
Oh what beautiful things I see
We're so surprised when we realize that we're deftly sk**ed in
The very vices we swear off violently
Still at the crux of the worst in us, the hope is hiding.
I lift my gaze from my wicked ways and sing
Oh what beautiful things I see