Played me for the fool
Restful ways of plenty there
Knowing what you knew
Arrested in the night
But I guess that's what you get for being
for the harvester of souls
And I guess that's what you get for knowing
that you played
No more then you go
breaking with the past
Flower not of passion there
ringing through this land
But I guess that's how we come to know
the harvester of souls
And I guess that's what you get for knowing
when you should
One more time
Breathing with the rhythm of life
waving in the crashing towns
the precious with the lost
Showing the way in darker times
to the harvester of souls
and the wreck on shores and rocks you've seen
it will show
Played me for the fool
knowing what you knew
Played me for the fool
knowing what you knew