Fey

Oh my old friend / How did we get so far so soon / Chasing 
dragons in the
white of the map / In the blue of your veins

Maybe we'd played / Our little games / In the dark of the 
world / For a bit
too long / And lost our souls

And with death's release / The knowledge comes / It was the
 life all along /
We'd been afraid of / In carriage golden / Drawn by horses 
blind / I saw you
leave this mortal life

Oh my old friend / We grew up boys with a shadow of a man /
 And neither one
of us was afraid to die / Had a cyclops asked

For had we not / Buried a graveyard / Of screamings ghosts 
/ With a bitter
pride / And called it life

And all tomorrow's games / Are just a memory / Of all the 
things you dub too
common / In carriage golden / Drawn by horses blind / I saw
 you leave this
mortal life

Oh do not want too bad / Or the price will be too dear / 
And do not want too
much / Or you're not ready to let go of / And do not judge 
/ For what do you
know / Of a life with nothing to gain / And everything left
 to loose

In carriage golden / Drawn by horses blind / I saw you 

leave this mortal
life