Heartless Empire - Broken Bells

And what you found was gold

As black as dry blood

The taste was oh so sweet

Well one loves to love

The whole idea seems unfit to run

But it’s always that way

So supple sprouts take aim

At a coincidental sun

And careful hands tie their knots

In yarn until the dawn

No island, deserted land

An heartless empire from

What to want

Those who search

Search by themselves

Leaving nothing to gain

Cast like stones

Into the night

We are one and the same