They Can't If You Don't Let Them

If it is true, if you have come to the rescue

Why do the bells sound of danger?

Words of peace, they fall from you freely

Awful free for a stranger



Setting sun, you know you ought to run

There's a wolf here among the sheep

But marching along to the spirit catcher's song

You remain in a dreamless sleep



Desperate eyes

Let the counterfeit suffice

Hoping high

They will be kind to you



Fog and fears and a mouth full of hot tears

Can drown that voice sent to guide you

And wicked tongues with their hooks

And their ice blood

Can wake the demons inside you



Doubt will creep through the windows as you sleep

Setting in like a cold cold front

Your hands go numb and your stomach doubles up

And you think, was I happy once?



Desperate minds

Hold the counterfeit so tight

Hoping high

They will be kind

Hoping high

They will be kind

Hoping high

He will be kind

To you



Run run run run

Run run run run