The archers come to the edge of ferns
The wind it floats so cold with words
You´re in and out of sleep tonight
And it let you to the shed to hide

Breathing in the dark
They´re finding where you are

If you are, then you know the phone´s tapped
The last of the maps are breaking codes
You´ve seen the night thieves like sharpened knife bleeds through
The moon shows, that you´re in reverse
The moon shows, that you´re in reverse

Breathing in the dark
They´re finding where you are