Cinnamon leaves down the ground
I keep dancing ‘round their graves
Back and forth the wind drives the sound
Of guiding steps I used to crave

Now I don’t
Find myself
I don’t
Lure myself

Cinnamon leaves down the ground
They said 'babe, pour the rain'

A skinner angel holds the crown
He’ll be dancing ’round my grave
As he reigns the leaves fail to drown
He guards my way all through the waves

He’s a
A skinner maniac
A sinner maniac
A skinner maniac
A sinner maniac

I dive in a sound where I dare
Face my sole night and stare
I dwell on the faces I stare
I think they’re stuck in the air
I die each time the dream ends
So I don’t lure
I wish