Old leaden spires
 Holding back the beast 
 Trapped in this place
 I just stand and stare
 Ghost of the shires 
 Singing songs to me 
 With feline grace
 Choking my despair
 
 Return to clocktower lodge
 Return to clocktower lodge
 
 Lost in a maze
 It was just a game
 We burnt it down
 The ashes cloud our tears
 Late summer days
 Tracing chance remains
 That haunt these grounds
 Let’s steal another year
 
 Return to clocktower lodge
 Return to clocktower lodge
 
 I can talk of my towering sense
 Of bitterness and shame
 Crawling circles of dull pretense
 To come back here again
 I’m not sleeping
 In case I’m found out
 How long can i stretch the truth
 It’s cold out here