It was a dark night
Silver turns to grey
Ancient skies of blue
Glimmer and fade
There’s a wild wind
Blowing through this town
When it’s gone, look around
What is lost, is found
Pack up all your sins and fly away
Who’s going to stop this fight?
Who’s going to wear the crown?
Siren song, take a bow
What is lost, is found
Pack up all your sins and fly away