In these demon daysnWe’re pulling our paynThe lights on the hillnAre freezing us stillnThe fingers of fatenStretch out and takenUs to a nightnBut somethings not rightnSomethings gone wrongnnThe half whispered hopesnThe dreams that we smokednPuffed up and rannAs only dreams cannDreamt by the youngnSparks to be sungnIn places so brightnBut something’s not rightnSomething’s gone wrong