If only I could fix the sky to meet me If only I could fix my heart to meet at dawn It's got a way of knowing when to hurt me Oh, it's when the night is long Backwoods lullabies feel like a ghostly touch Roots spread all the way back to godless times It's got a way of knowing when to haunt me Oh, it's when the night is long And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world Counting down a clock that nobody sees And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me It's singing- Earthquakes break and shatter the perfect design Ripped realities of broken minds Towers rise to meet, and yet it's laughing Humming: Oh, it won't be long Humming: Oh, it won't be long And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world Counting down a clock that nobody sees And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me It's got a way of knowing when to taunt me And it's singing-