I foresaw you like an old ghost story
From a family tree that was handed down to me
I've known you like a siren song that warns
I've been informed you could be the death of me
But patience bounds an eternal stone
You were meant to be mine
I draw a door with the cards of gods
In a great and faded time
I know we'll meet again
Maybe tonight
Just tell me where and when
I know it's never sure
Maybe tonight
Sky whispers in a baritone
That the mystery always beat what I entomb
Search the the dial for what i need to know
They don't play the songs on my radio
