We gather matters of the heart So we can act a fool It's incomplete without you The silver soul is running through It's a vision Complete illusion, yeah The needle on the spinning wheel Collecting silver coil It gathers heat without you Whether or not you're turned from it It's a quick turn To let us in, yeah It is happening again It is happening again The bodies lying in the sand They're moving in the dark It is so quick to let us in Feel it moving through our skin It's a sickness Infinite quickness, yeah It is happening again It is happening again