If you find yourself on lake
Perched on quay in silent wait for clouds to overcome that stubborn circus sun
She who has become the peoples chosen one
You will find the shades of grey shake the blue out of the day like a loaded gun
The trees will turn to run
But they are rooted to the earth
And now it's getting colder

Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild

Bullets by the million strike through the water
Window-like, until they disappear
Now one with the mirror into which you appear
You and all your fears
A bed of shivers now replace that motion-weary summer lake
Now your god spits his hate into your dinner plate
You're grinning like a toddler, because you no longer matter

Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild