The wayward marks The waves of pain and pleasure The hallowed dark The hollow grin The fallow fields, the golden grain The tower fell, the star remains The token scrawled Into our skin They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed But I think that you might be my albatross We learned to run before we learned to walk There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down The waiting rooms The weight of empty houses The harvest Moon The holy wars The swirling ash, the swindled years The cracks through which the light appears We stumble through A saffron door They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed But I think that you might be my albatross We learned to run before we learned to walk There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed But I think that you might be my albatross We learned to run before we learned to walk There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed But I think that you might be my albatross We learned to run before we learned to walk There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down Before the sun goes down Before the sun goes down