Sycamore Dreams

You're the source My disbelief in innocence arise Feel that ghost seducing me Try to reach a hand in that golden circle You are no angel And my heart is more than emptiness In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees And no one else is sleeping well Burn me tonight Feeling my lies slip away Burn me tonight And kill the demons in me Facing a saint feeling my life slip away Burn me tonight Until I'm disappointed Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake I'm the pine float And now you're falling apart from me You are no angel