Dance with death
You had to dance with death
Always walking around
With your bones around your neck

Wrapped yourself in an ivy vine
Now your doomed to the sky
Always trying to reach a little too high
Oh, oh, oh

Even death has its own shadow
So why you trying to burn yours apart?
Maybe the moth is drawn to the flame
'Cause it's scared oft the dark

Well you can build your ladder
Of chairs up the wall
You will reach to the sky
If the wind don't blow too hard
Oh, oh, oh

Well, you can send me
To read a letter in the mail
Don't have to lie
You're not coming home again

And we all look like ants
From way up in your tower
But I'd rather live
Like a bug down here
At least something can grow
Oh, oh, oh

Well
Well, all the kings horses
And all the king's men
Couldn't put you back together again
You fell
Oh, oh, oh

Well, all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Couldn't put you back together again
You fell