[ Featuring Family ]
Sand Talk
We are all and we are all we are
Far flung bits of Suns and bits of Stars
From the ocean from the land from the
Beginning to to end
Backward forwards back toward
We belong
Dark rusted unknown abandoned plane
On the landing field unsettling
And to see death in the faces of the passengers
On board it's unsettling knowing you're alive
In the dark a spark to forming
Idol, Idle; formless, babbling
Cave to Jungle, hot with all with the
Burning vanity of knowing
Running deathward ever blind to
Salty pillars mirrored in rearview
Into soil turned anew
Souls alight in ferver mounting
Toward the majesty of freedom
Toward the end of need or wanting
Toward the end of less or nothing
Toward the end where we can have it all
We want butter we want bread
We won't eat this stuff instead
We want light we want day
But you can't take our night away
