The Alchemist

Under the sun lit gold the wires
Stitched through me along the way
Another one that won't believe in me
Goes spinning down the empty drain
I see through the burning leaves
You're out in the open
Under the moon the frozen wires
Fix the trail of our remains
Another one that won't be leaving me
Goes filling up the empty dream
I see through the burning leaves
You're out in the open
I'll make you a part of me
When cutting you open