Arientte by BrightEyes

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets, and they will sell them for nothing a cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off.
The sad act like lepers, they stick to the shadows and long to ring bells of warning to tell of their coming so that the pure can shut their doors.
The angry areanimals senseless and savage. They act without order in logical lapses, they stain their mouths with blood.
So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight.
The corn has grown stalks thatform a wall too high. The wind carries sounds that I can't see from beyond that line. Then thestalks begin to sway oh stay with me Arienette until the wolves are away.

The wicked are vultures, they bake in the canyons. They circle in sunlight and wait for their victims to collapseand call to them.
The desperate are water. They will run down forever and soak into silence to just end up together in some dark and distant place.
So don't leave me here with only mirrorswatching me.
This house it holds nothing but the memories. And the moon it leaves silver but never sleep. And then the silver turns to gray so stay with me Arienette until the wolves are away.