Текст The Birthday Massacre – The Sky Will Turn

Doors of many, as of few
Leading inside out, around and through
Past forgotten, now as new
A line dividing false and true

And as trapped as we are, it’s the devil we know
The exceptions we make will never be shown
To the rest of the world, what we touch turns to gold
For a moment, we freeze

But if ever there’s a full moon breaking
It’s painting our faces
We won’t know (Won’t know)
Which way (Which way)
The sky will turn
We’re at the blood eclipse
And we can’t look away
It’s like a car crash burning
At the edge of the earth

In the rainstorm, soft and grey
Leading inside out and float away
Soon to stop and hope to stay
A light defining night and day
And this is how we pray

And as trapped as we are, it’s the devil we know
The exceptions we make will never be shown
To the rest of the world, what we touch turns to gold
For a moment, we freeze

But if ever there’s a full moon breaking
It’s painting our faces
We won’t know (Won’t know)

If ever there’s a full moon breaking
It’s painting our faces
We won’t know (Won’t know)
Which way (Which way)
The sky will turn
We’re at the blood eclipse
And we can’t look away
It’s like a car crash burning
At the edge of the earth