Tobin’s Spirit Guide

Hey hey hey
The house you see is hunted
Unwanted and abandoned
High high high
Thunder set the moon on fire
As we lay in bloody rain

So it’s tragic
Everything I see is magic

Zones of time grow
Although they’re flying backwards up there
Frozen as ghosts
We know that the spirit is near

High high high
We float through walls and ceilings
And through pine trees we are skyclad
Hey hey hey
The kings of things nocturnal
In our circle
We are mighty

So it’s tragic
Everything I see is magic

Zones of time grow
Although they’re flying backwards up there
Tobin has spoke
We know that the future is here