And the moon is flooding this town
that regulates my senses
and bleaches the night sky

and the bells are chiming away
the same time of days that will
regulate my own senses

catching the thief is

its so much harder than it looks
its harder than it seems
its so hard
(a hidden image has been calling in the distance)

it points me in directions
that i wont go
i will never make amends
(these accusations reveal stunning answers to our requests)

and as the charlatans
bring their false pretense
to a new colony

dont trust their words
they're only poison
dont trust their poison

catching the thief is

well starting out as
hopefully hoping
and saviors saving
a town in distress

we ride
we drive
and we stay long