Threads - Moon King

someone there, don’t fall asleep

dreams are bare, under the sheets

the house so cold, it’s meant for you and me

somehow trouble, will find us here

this will not pay for the threads of gold

sleep in the trash while the whistles blow

it’s been a day now, and where’d you go

your houses are burning but you’re out

baiting the darkness

baiting the darkness

here’s a mistake when, the gold dust bowl

cuts you like steak knives, the blood runs cold

your house is on fire, the kids at home

you get so wasted that you’ll go

baiting the darkness

baiting the darkness