Low cloud is hanging on every piece of the line
Peanuts in galleries can't shout out what you need
Only when we follow through
We'll learn what we should bring along
I'll take you out someday to feel the rain
We'll bathe in it lightly
And try to soak the dust
That hardened us into us
It desiccates every part of who we are
Now who could belong?
Now who could belong?
Here comes another blank fist held up to the sun
Saviours don't shake the soil
Shit doesn't change at all
No misdirection can undo
The turns drawn on the underside