Room 2

 

And the moon is high

And the pool is dry

Wintering winds, they sing of war

Walk through it

In stride

 

And the room is why

And the moon is high

Weakening under dregs of war

Walk through it

In stride

So go our young, bring hell a'swore

Pour through it

In Hives

 

Break down these walls

Just to hear your voice, I'm waiting

Tear down this war

I, I'd give anything

To breathe you deep inside

Inside

And the moon is high

Is high