All this destruction and the birds go on singing
Above the din of the machine
Taking up back to what we we need
How can I stand so empty
Where the light hits the world
In a birdsong glow
How do we ever know what we know?
I feel myself
Scattered
Wearing thin
Mother culture hasn't clearly whispered into my ear
About something like this
She has been numb, mute, silent
Now I'm silent?
Reconstruction and a life worth living
'Neath the murmur of greed
Where we sewed every seed
Just to stand so empty
With the night in her show
Oh the holiest glow
How do we ever know what we know?
I feel myself
Scattered
Wearing thin
Mother culture hasn't clearly whispered into my ear
About something like this
She has been dumb, cute, absent
Am I absent?
I feel myself shatter
Closing in
Modern culture hasn't clearly whispered into my ear
About something like this
She has numb, mute, silent
