I ʼm tearing up, across your face
Move dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I’m raised of make
still alive who you, love
still alive who you, love
still alive who you, love
In a mother out a moth
Furling forests, for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So I’m ridding all your stories
What I know, what it is, it's pouring wire it up!
You’re breaking your ground.
