There is something in the weather coming It's the spring time floating on, upon the city I won't blow it but (won't blow it but) I will leave this town by the weekend if you Buy me a ticket out to save my money for the dark days (..money for the dark) I will travel through the seas until the summer voices of the fire noises of the burning witches call me home And I will find the strength to give up all the things I'm made up of the things I'm made up of the leaves are tied up on my arms Instrumental: