All language subtitles for Sharp.Objects.S01E01.Vanish.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.Atmos.DV.HDR10.H.265-WDYM

(music playing)

You sure Mama won’t notice
we’re gone?

Better hope not.

(music continues)

(girl laughs)

(hinges creak)

- (woman gasps)
- (phone buzzing)

Hello.

- (buzzing continues)
- Ohh.

Oh.

Preaker.

Sure. Bye.

(distant horn honking)

- (phones ringing)
- (low chatter)

(pencil sharpener whirs)

- (knocks)
- Mm-hmm?

- Am I in trouble?
- Always.

But you don’t need me
to tell you that.

Wind Gap. What’s it like?

Uh, OK, well...

it’s at the bottom
of Missouri,
boot heel.

Spittin’ distance
from Tennessee.

I know where it is.
I asked what it’s like.

Small. Population’s held
at 2,000 for years.

Only real industry
is hog butchering,

so you got your old money
and your trash.

Which one are you?

Trash.
From old money.

What the hell’s
goin’ on?

In Wind Gap, or...?

Your mom’s still there.
Right, Preaker?

Mom. Yeah.

Step-dad.
They had a kid.

Have. I don’t
really know her.

- But you talk to ’em?
- Not if I can help it.

Well, read the wires then.
Jesus Christ,

there was a murder there
last August.

- Little girl got strangled.
- I didn’t know.

Then you also don’t know
that another one’s missing now.

Might be a serial.

So get your ass
down to that heel
or whatever,

and get me a story.
Now. Today.

We have murders here, Curry,

so I don’t see why
I gotta go to Wind Gap.

Because nobody else
is covering it.

Do you remember that piece
in the Tribune last year?

Guy who wrote about a killing
in his hometown?

It made an impact,
because it was personal.

People give a shit
when you give a shit.

I’m not gonna
win a Pulitzer
off of Wind Gap.

You’re not winning a Pulitzer
’cause you’re only
half-good at writing.

This could change that.

And I’m your boss.

So good-bye.

All right, look,
if you can’t, you can’t,
but it might be good.

You know,
flush some things out,

get you back on your feet.

- And it’s a good story.
- Yeah.

Could be a damn good story
if you do it right.

No pressure, right?

Life is pressure.

Grow up.

Get the hell out of here.

(sighs)

(zips bag)

(bottles clink)

(bottles clink)

(pouring liquid)

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I can’t quit you, babe ♪

♪ So I’m gonna put you down
for a while ♪

♪ Yes, yes, I am ♪

♪ Oh ♪

(music continues)

♪ Since you know
I love you, baby ♪

♪ My love for you
I could never hide ♪

♪ Oh-- ♪

(bell rings)

- (distant gunshot)
- (woman shouts)

Boy:
Come on!

(flies buzzing)

(shuddery breath)

( boy shouting,
indistinct )

(flies buzzing)

( distant voices,
bottle clinks )

(water sloshing)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(gasping continues)

(moaning)

(gasps)

Mm.

(moaning)

(gasping)

(breathing slows)

Oh...

(music playing)

♪ She was the queen ♪

♪ She got all her drugs
for free ♪

♪ She walked up to ♪

- ♪ Her daddy’s door ♪
- Hi, Betty.

♪ He said,
"You don’t live here ♪

♪ Anymore" ♪

♪ She wanted love,
wanted love ♪

♪ Oh, but she just
couldn’t get enough ♪

♪ Enough ♪

- ♪ And my man-- ♪
- (turns off engine)

Woman: That was Natalie’s
favorite color.

Oh.

Well, actually her folks
said it was black,

but that just
seemed too grim.

So, her second favorite.

Well, little girls, first pink,

and then it’s purple,
purple, purple.

My two looked like
grapes on legs

until they were eleven or so.

It’s a terrible thing.

Practically the whole town

is out there
searching the woods.

Chief Vickery,
he set it up.

You have children?

- No.
- Well, I hate to say it,

but right now
that’s a blessing.

I won’t even let mine
out of the house

to get the mail, even.

- You can’t imagine.
- Hmm.

My girls, every night
gettin’ in bed with us.

My husband, usually
he wouldn’t allow that,

but now, not one of us is
gettin’ a good night’s sleep,

but at least
we know they’re safe.

(door opens, bell rings)

Chief Vickery?

Well, the thing is,

I have no intention of letting
this thing get out, so...

Yeah,
I understand.

This isn’t going to be
a... exploitative piece,

more like a think piece
on how something like this

can affect a town.

If it makes you feel better,
I’m from here.

Just up off Bluebird Circle.

What’s your name?

Camille Preaker.

My mom is Adora Crellin.

She married out
of her maiden name

about 30 years ago
to, uh, Alan--

Crellin.
Sure, OK.

You’re the--

- You moved away.
- Yeah.

So, Amma,
she’s your half-sister.

Yeah.

Damn.

Jesus. Hot as hell in here,
isn’t it?

- My kids give me that.
- Oh. Yeah, sorry.

No, it’s all right.
Stress relief.

Because of this case?

Look, I just can’t
have you here, Ms. Preaker.

This story gets out
in St. Louis,

suddenly that’s all
Wind Gap’s known for.

We’re already
"the hog killers."

Some publicity could help,
get you some information--

it’s worked in other cases.

I have a right to be here,

and I will let you do your job
if you let me do mine.

Fine.

I got no comment.

On Natalie Keene,
fair enough.

But what about
the other girl?

Ann Nash.

I can ask around
and I can get
the local version,

or you can have a say
in what gets out.

Preaker:
First girl, Ann,
found last August,

strangled with a clothes line
and dumped in Falls Creek.

Some hunters found her.

That’s all Vickery said?
No leads?

I don’t think he has any.
It’s just the way he was, um--

He was defensive.

Not like he was hiding something,

more like he was pissed off
that he wasn’t.

Theory.

Jesus, Curry,
I just got here.

(sighs)

Well, you have the police.
Get me some local stuff.

I need facts and color.

Fine. I will write you
a fuckin’ rainbow.

You know what I mean.

If you think this place
has some small town charm...

Curry: Well, give me
local "bleak" then, kiddo,

paint a goddamn picture.

I’m goin’ out to join
the search party now.

Hopefully, we’ll turn up
a dead little girl.

Go get ’em.

(police radio chatter)

You lookin’
for the search?

Yeah.

- That way.
- Thanks.

Are you, uh--

You’re that reporter, right?
From St. Louis?

Well, that was fast.

Gotta hand it to Wind Gap,

you guys do gossip
like nobody else.

That’s ’cause
this place is
so totally dead.

- (girls laugh)
- "Dead."

That’s awful.

Anyway, better get goin’
if you want to catch up.

Thanks.

(girls laugh)

(train passing in distance)

(roller skates clatter)

Boy:
Camille!

Man:
Did you see something?

No.

You with the search?

In a way.

Detective Willis.

Ah. You’re not from here, huh?

No. You?

Used to be.

I’m up in St. Louis now.

I’m with the Chronicle.

A reporter. Great.

Woman:
Camille Preaker!

- Jackie O’Neill.
- (Jackie laughs)

Detective.

Jackie:
Oh, Lord.

(Jackie laughing)

I see you met
our new detective.

I’d like to take him home
and turn him into pound cake.

Cover him in chocolate.
He’s single, by the way.

Hey, settle down.

(laughing)

Aw... c’mere.

Look at you.
Your mama didn’t say
that you were in town.

’Course, she’s not
talkin’ to me right now.

I disappointed her again.

Probably forgot
to send her a card,
or something.

- You know how that goes!
- I haven’t seen her yet.

I’m gonna head over there
after this.

Aw, she’s gonna be thrilled.

(clicks tongue)
Baby girl, look at you.

What about you,
are you well?

You know,
well as I can be.

Pretty grim around here.

I’m in charge of refreshments
for the guys.

It’s the least
I can do.

You want a sweet tea?

I got sweet tea with
a little bit of a kick in it.

No one should face all this
without a little kick.

Nah, I’m fine.
I’m on the job.

You still workin’
for that newspaper?

Yeah, that’s why
I’m here, actually.
I’m writing a story.

Oh.

Yeah, those girls?

I see you when you
were the same age.

And it just makes me so sad.

I mean, so much
has gone wrong.

I just can’t make sense
of it at all.

You mind if
I quote you on that?

Yeah, I suppose so.
If you think anyone
would be interested.

You are nothing
if not interesting, Jackie.

(both laugh)

Oh. I’m glad you’re home.

Hmm. We’ll see.

Beauty, beauty, beauty.

Camille:
Preacher.

Preacher: My Lord,
Camille Preaker.

It has been a long time, girl.

Yeah, it has.

(starts car)

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I can’t quit you, babe ♪

( female vocalists
harmonizing )

(music continues)

- (turns off music)
- (keypad beeping)

Girl:
Mama said she saw a ghost once.

Girl 2:
Mama says a lot of things.

You don’t believe her?

Girl 1:
I don’t know.

I’m not scared of them ghosts.
Are you?

Girl 1:
Well, it’s stupid

to be scared of stuff
that’s not real.

What if after you die,

part of you goes to heaven,
but part of you stays here?

Just to look after stuff,
you know?

See how things turn out.

For you, for Mom.

Stop that.
That kind of talk
is for quitters.

Are you a quitter?

- No.
- Well, say it.

I’m not a quitter.

Why are you mad at me?

Woman:
Camille?

Goodness.
Is something the matter?

No, Mama, not at all.

I’m just in town
on business.

Business.
I didn’t expect you.

My house is not up to par
for visitors,

I’m afraid.

Looks just fine.

Come on inside. Goodness.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Alan and I are having
amaretto sours.

- I’ll just have
what you’re having, thanks.
- We’re in back.

It’s nice and cool now
with the breeze.

Where are you stayin’?

Well,
it’s funny you should ask.

I was hoping that I could...

stay here for a few days.

I just wish
you’d phoned.

I would have known,
had dinner ready.

Go say hello to Alan.

Alan?
Camille’s here.

Alan: Who?

(chuckles)
Camille.

- Hi.
- Hello there!

Adora didn’t say
you were comin’.

She didn’t know.
I’m sorry to, uh...

just drop in like this.

My editor sent me down
last minute, so...

Your editor.
Did he?

Yeah, I’m here about
Natalie Keene

and that other little girl,
Ann Nash.

To write a story?

Yes, Mama.
It’s a newspaper.

Camille,
I just don’t understand

why a young woman like you

would want to even dwell
on such things.

Well, it could be
an important story,

and being from here--

I knew those children.

And I’m having a very hard time,
as you can imagine.

And to--
to write about it?

"Wind Gap Murders
its Children." Is that
what you want people to think?

It can be really helpful
to get information out.
People come forward--

I just can’t have
that kind of talk
around me.

Hurt children. Just...

don’t tell me
what you’re doing,
what you know.

While you’re here
I’ll just pretend
you’re on summer break.

(distant footsteps)

How’s Amma?

Amma?

She’s managing.

You know, the children
have a curfew now.

She’s asleep already.
Why do you ask?

Just being polite.

We do that in the big city
too, you know.

I’ll go make sure
your room is in order.

Thanks.

Alan:
Well...

this is my new toy.

Adora: Your old room
is the best for visitors.

It has that nice bath.

(stereo plays in distance)

Good night, Camille.

Good night, Mama.

(music continues playing)

(sighs)

Ohh.

Girl:
See? It’s a heart.

Girl 2:
You’re high.

Girl 1: What?

It’s something
kids at school say.

It’s like... you’re crazy.

You’re high.

No, you are.

It’s a chicken.
Clearly a chicken.

Where?

See? There’s its eyes, OK,

and there’s its face, and--

(gasping)

M-Mama! Mama!

Mama!

(music playing)

(music continues)

(turns off ignition)

( music playing
in jukebox )

♪ Motherless children
have a hard time ♪

Camille?

I heard you were
back in town.

How about we catch up

over your finest
well whiskey, hmm?

Well whiskey? No.
Screw the well.

This...
is a homecoming drink...

and this homecoming drink...

is on me.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

So, how about the place, huh?

It’s mine now.
Yeah, I bought it
from those guys.

They moved out
to California.

We don’t really get that type
around here anymore.

Whatever they call ’em now.

I mean, I got nothing
against ’em, but...

they would have tried to eat
that one down there alive.

Always recruitin’.

(laughs)
Still a smart-ass.

Still a dumb-ass.

Dumb-ass with the hottest
karaoke club in seven counties.

Shit, you oughta
see this place
on Friday nights.

Tell me,
what’s your song?

"Ring of Fire."

Oh, nice! "Bohemian Rhapsody."
I crush it.

Gay bait down there
seems a little young
to be drinkin’.

Yeah, yeah.
I’m cuttin’ him some slack.

(whispers)
It’s John Keene.

John Keene,
Natalie’s brother?

Yeah, yeah.
Poor son of a bitch.

He’s takin’ it really hard.

- Excuse me for a sec, OK?
- Yeah.

Ms. Preaker. At Sensors.

Yeah. Why,
is this your spot?

- Hmm?
- This what you do?

You come here and you drink

and you just,
I don’t know,

dream about the one
that got away?

Sarcasm. Thank you.

Most I get
from your hometown pals

is a sugary passive-aggression.

Well, that is our specialty.

We just nod and smile

until the out-of-town asshole
leaves us alone.

Is that what I am?

Where are you from?

Kansas City,

by way of a lot
of other places.

So, yes
on the "out-of-town,"

and jury’s still out
on "asshole."

How long you worked
on the case?

Since the Keene girl.
Vickery called for backup.

I think he regrets it now.

He doesn’t like my style.

Which is?

- Not his, I guess.
- Hmm.

At least I’m investigating.

You don’t think he is?

- Funny girl.
- Come on.

You know I’m gonna
get the story one way
or another.

Wouldn’t you rather be
in control of the conversation?

That’s a good line.

Maybe, but it’s true.

(sighs) Well,
like you were about to go talk

to young Keene over there.

Oh, is that who that is?

Yeah, reporters aren’t
supposed to talk to minors

without parental permission.

Jesus, I was just gonna
hit on him.

(scoffs)
Well, that’s different.

So, is he a suspect?

- You know I can’t answer that.
- So he is.

Everybody’s a suspect
right now.

So, that’s it.
You don’t have
any leads? Nothin’?

Camille, can we just talk?

I’m starved for some
city folk conversation.

I’ll ask you a question
about your life,

you can ask about mine...

Yeah. I don’t
really do that-- chat.

Got it. OK.

Well, Camille...

enjoy your evening.

Detective.

Shit.

♪ Love is a burning thing ♪

♪ And it makes ♪

- ♪ A fiery ring ♪
- Come on.

♪ Bound by wild desire ♪

♪ I fell in ♪

- ♪ To a ring of fire ♪
- ♪ To a ring of fire ♪

(chuckles)

♪ I fell into
a burning ring of fire ♪

(beeping)

♪ And if I say to you
tomorrow ♪

♪ Take my hand, child,
come with me ♪

♪ It’s to a castle
I will take you ♪

♪ Where what’s to be
they say will be ♪

♪ Catch the wind, see us spin,
sail away, leave today ♪

♪ Way up high in the sky,
whoa whoa-- ♪

(birds chirping)

(turning ignition key)

Shit. Fuck.

(turns off engine)

(water running)

Adora:
Camille?

Mornin’.

I just, uh, left my bag
in the car, so I was--

Camille.

I’m happy you’re here...

...but, please,
don’t embarrass me.

Not again.

What?

When you’re here,
everything you do

comes back on me.

Understand?

Uh, honestly, no.

’Cause that might
have been true

when I was a kid,

but I’m an adult now.

Not in Wind Gap.

When you’re here,
you’re my daughter.

You can move away and forget,
but I can’t.

You don’t know
the people here anymore.

Yeah, believe me, I do.

I haven’t heard
from you in months!

And you just show up

askin’ such horrible,
morbid questions,

stirring everyone up.

Staying out all night.
Ohh!

Look, Mama, please.

Stop, Mama.
Look, stop.

- I’m sorry, OK?
- Ugh!

- (sighs)
- I’m sorry.

Honestly,
it was nothin’.

I just--
I went for a drive.

I was, uh, beat, so I--

I pulled over to be safe.

S-- It was stupid, so...

You spent the night
in the car?

Did anyone see you?

No. No one saw me.

Look, and about my story--

I shouldn’t have
said anything.

You know...

You know I can’t have

that kind of talk
around here.

(humorless chuckle)

I just want you
to understand that I--

I didn’t come back
to cause any problems.

That wasn’t my intention.

Are you ready
for some eggs?

(water running)

(register beeping)

Thank you.

(door bell rings)

Boy:
Bobby. Come on.

(swishing)

Sorry, Kool-Aid’s
all I got left.

Oh, no, that’s fine.
Thank you.

And thank you for
speaking with me.

Um, with all
the attention
on Natalie,

I think it’s,
uh, important

to remind people
that, uh...

Ann was first.

(softly)
Yeah.

Um...

we should talk
in the bedroom.

- (child talking)
- Thank you.

Uh, you mind if
I just set this...

Yeah.

(clears throat)

Just, uh...

Ann, she’d been, uh...

riding her bike
all last summer,

just ride around,
around the block.

My wife wouldn’t
let her go no further

’cause we’re
protective parents,

like anybody.

Sure, you kept
tabs on her.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So, uh, just ’fore
school starts up,

she begs to ride over to
her friend Emily’s house.

Not far...

but we usually
wouldn’t let her,

but, uh, she’s whining.

So my wife
finally gets fed up
and says, "Fine."

Ann never got there.

To Emily’s.

She left around seven,
must’ve been...

eight o’clock
’fore we realized.

I’m sorry.

Somewhere in those
ten blocks, they got her.

My wife...

could never
forgive herself.

I would love a chance
to speak with her?

Uh, your wife.

She’s at the store.

I’ll ask, but she’s not--

This thing--

She hasn’t
been the same.

(door opens)

Girl:
Daddy?

I’m still hungry.
Can I make--

What do you do
when that door’s
closed, Amanda?

- I knock?
- You knock.

Next time you forget,
it’s goin’ on your chart.

Go.

She knows better.

Thing about Ann,
she was plain,
but she was smart.

She... did for herself.

Um, so were you here

when it happened?

When Ann left for Emily’s?

Mm-mm. I was driving back
from my office in Hayti.

It’s about an hour away, and--

Don’t write that down.
Why are you writing that down?

I’m sorry?

People ’round here
don’t like us ’cause
we keep to ourselves,

but that doesn’t mean
I hurt my kid.

No, no, no, I wasn’t
suggesting that, Mr. Nash.

I was just wondering
if you had a chance
to see her that day.

In the mornin’.

But four kids,
it gets hectic. I--

I don’t remember
what we said.

- You know what I think?
- Hmm?

A faggot did it.
’Cause he didn’t rape her.

And the cops say
that’s unusual.

I’d say it’s the only blessin’
we got.

I’d rather him... kill her
than rape her.

That’s her.

See?

She was a willful thing.

Night before
that picture was took,

my wife wants to put
her hair in rollers,

and Ann wasn’t having any of it,

so she chops her hair off instead.

She gave him hell.

She gave that guy hell.

Curry: So you got
a feeling about him.

Camille:
His wife wasn’t around.

It looks like she left.

He was kind of cagey about it.

Could be embarrassed. Private.

Yeah.

He says that, uh...

people are pointing
the finger at him.

Do you think
he’s a suspect?

I don’t know.
I mean, he’s odd, for sure.

But, uh, I’ll do
some diggin’.

Good good.
Follow it up.

(Curry coughs)

Things at home,
they’re all right?

Camille?

- At home?
- Yeah, with your family.

Yeah, I mean,
they’re peachy.
They’re great.

OK, well... (coughs)...

you call me if you need me.

I will.

Tell Eileen I said hello.

Will do.

- All right.
- OK.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

(disconnects)

She sends her best.

You’d better be right.

Just because you’ve seen
Dr. Phil

- doesn’t make you
a real doctor.
- Ha.

(kids laughing)

- (grunts)
- Boy: Oh!

Hey!

You can’t take that stuff.

Amma: We knew
those girls.

Natalie was his sister.

John, right?

Yeah. No, they didn’t
mean anything by it.

We just wanted something
to remember them by,
that’s all.

What’s the point
of lettin’ all the flowers die
and stuff, and...

It’s not just the families,
ya know.

We’re all sad.

(distant screaming)

- Man: Help! We need help!
- (woman wailing)

Woman:
"The wicked is thrust down
by his wrongdoing,

but the righteous
has a refuge when he dies..."

( woman continues,
indistinct )

(no audible dialogue)

(sighs)

Thanks, man.
I got this.

(paper bag rustles)

(pours liquid)

Looks like you got your serial,
Detective. Congratulations.

This fuckin’ business.

The things you wish for,

and then...

and then it happens.

Yeah.

It’s never real
until it is.

You should let me
drive you home.
You’re shaking.

Not for long.
(chuckles)

- I’ll give you a lift.
- No, no, I’m-- I’m fine.

- (pours)
- I brought my car, and...

I’m fine.

You can get it
in the morning.

It’s no trouble at all.

Is Bob Nash a suspect?

I was gonna ask Vickery before.

He won’t tell you,
like I won’t.

And how about John Keene?

Jesus.
(sighs)

Why? Did you find something?

I’ll show you mine.

Um, this isn’t--
I’m not gonna--

(clears throat)

Let’s table the games.

At least until
that little girl’s
in the morgue.

- (door opens, closes)
- (music playing)

Where were you?
I was worried sick.

I had to give the police
a statement.

I was there
when they found her.

Don’t. That’s enough.

You asked me
where I was.

Alan: I suppose
it was foolish
to hold out hope.

Um, I’m exhausted.
I’m gonna lie down.

Bob Nash called.

He said you spoke to him.

That’s not right, Camille,
not right at all.

Aren’t these families
in enough agony

- without you
hashing over it?
- Mama. Mama.

I can’t-- I can’t talk
right now. OK? I need to sleep.

Amma: I don’t think I’ll sleep
for a million years.

It’s just so awful.

Ann and Natalie?
In our nothin’ town?

It could happen
to any of us.

Amma.

Yeah.

You’ve been around, though.
Why haven’t you said hello?

I can be shy, I guess.
I don’t know.

Well, I never
would have recognized you.

Adora stopped sending
those Christmas pictures

a while back.

Adora: Amma, you are not
to leave this house alone.

Understand?
It’s not safe.

I need to know
where you are at all times.

But we already
have to be in by 9:00

Adora:
It’s not enough.

Alan: Let’s not make rules
tonight, Adora.

We’ll all be more sensible
in the morning, I think.

Come look at
my dollhouse.

(music continues)

Needs reupholstering now.

Mama changed
her color scheme
from gold to gray.

You promised you’d take me
to the fabric store

so I could make
new coverings to match.

Adora: I know I did, sweet.
I’ve just been so distracted.

Amma:
Isn’t it beautiful?

This dollhouse is my fancy.

Yeah, well, looks like
you’ve done a really nice job
with it.

- I try. Thank you.
- Yeah.

Camille: I’m gonna
go get some rest.

I put your dinner
in the icebox for later.

- You have to eat.
- OK, thanks.

I’ll go up with you.

I think I’ll rest
a while too, Mama.

Let’s go rest.

(music continues)

You knew it was me,
didn’t you?

When you saw me
around town.

Not at first.

Not for sure.

Then I just, um...

It was interesting
seeing what you were like

before this, you know?

You’re not mad, are you?

No. Just surprised,
I guess.

Have you gone in
to Marian’s room?

No.

It’s like a museum.

Mama keeps it that way.

Yeah.

I miss her sometimes.

Marian.

Even though
I didn’t know her.

Well, Adora talks about her
all the time.

Or at least alludes to her.

Was she perfect?

She was, wasn’t she?

No. She was close.

(laughs softly)

But now we can be sisters.

Everyone always says
you were the prettiest girl
in Wind Gap.

- No, Amma.
- You are.

You’re so pretty.

And you won’t tell?

Mama would go bananas
if she, you know,

saw me in my civvies.

Is that
what you call ’em?

You know how she is.

I’m just her little...
doll to dress up.

Easier to go along.

You never did, though.

Mama says you were incorrigible.

I bet she does.

I’m incorrigible, too.

Only she doesn’t know it.

We’re alike.

I knew we would be.

( Adora and Alan
talking in distance )

(no audible dialogue)

(faint)
Camille!

(Camille screams)

(shower running)

(turns off water)

(music playing)

♪ Tonight I fall
from far below ♪

♪ I’m ready for ♪

♪ Dimensional,
connection gold ♪

♪ I’m highest form ♪

♪ Tonight I walk
with matter gone ♪

♪ I’m ready for ♪

♪ Some mystery lost
and died alone ♪

♪ I’m highest form ♪

♪ Tumbling lights come ♪

♪ Tumbling lights go ♪

♪ Tumbling lights come ♪

♪ Tumbling lights go ♪

♪ Tonight I call
and shock the phone ♪

♪ Already gone ♪

♪ Dimension
’round the spirit fall ♪

♪ I’m highest ♪

♪ Tumbling lights come ♪

♪ Tumbling lights go ♪

♪ Tumbling lights come ♪

♪ Tumbling lights go ♪