The Ballad of Helenkeller and Rip Van Winkle
Burn it all up
Hanging in the street
Enlightenment
Whining, mercy me

Take my hand now, love
Down the stairs, your father walks
I will lead the way
His hair is falling grey

Leave them behind
Runnin' to the sea
Don't make a sound
Twitching silently

Take my hand now, love
Down the stairs, your father walks
I will lead the way
His hair is falling grey

No matter what they say
I can make you stay