(One, two, one, two, three)

We move by night
Cover our tracks well, and we pack light
Follow the shoreline 'til we've run clean out of land
Speak in gestures only we can understand
We've made mistakes
Everyone spots their own mess when the dawn breaks

We get so exhausted
Lost kids, just wasted
Sleep in short shifts and then rise up to our feet
Life is short, and life is hard, and life is sweet

The treeline shakes
We roll hard along some long odds when the dawn breaks

See soft peaks off in the distance
Those people in the mountains
They will never know what hit them

We shed dead weight
It gets pretty hard to concentrate
Practice our prayers until some small hope crystallizes
Follow the shoreline 'til some better hope arises

Behold, the beast awakes
Stand trapped in his great shadow when the dawn breaks

Copyright: SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Writer(s): John Darnielle