I set the candle in the glass and settled down for a smoke
Shielded the flame from the wind and the rain behind the old oak
To watch it burn down to a flicker
Light
Still in my eyes for a dream
I was chasing sparks down a trail
Back through history and time
While you sleep the scenery is moving
Men in black are taking down the set
The last time we saw a storm such as this in these hollows
By the tree line on this cold beacon hill
Where the light of the watchman lingers still
While you sleep the dogs of war are running through the towns
Cos a new world is coming and they've all got some kind of fever of late
And a living to make
Should you ever meet the ghosts of the men who held the line
In these hollows where they sleep
Where truth is buried deep
Tell them better luck the next time
See them fall like shooting stars one by one
Hearts beating out of their chests
Scattered like leaves in a storm heading west
See them fall like shooting stars one by one
See them fall like shooting stars one by one
