I'm 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

Is pouring, wire it up



You're breaking your ground