Still Turning (feat. Travis Ehrenstrom)

Struck dumb by the evidence,

No rain, fire in the distance.

Burnt bush only had to say,

"Thick smoke is drinking down like poison."

I'm terrified as I sell the lie

High time, precarious.

Stoned blind, somehow, the world's still turning.

My mind is a wilderness of lost trails,

Dreaming different endings.

Like the one when the earthquakes,

My lord is deaf and too distracted.

The aesthetic fades at the end of days.

High time, precarious.

Stoned blind, somehow, the world's still turning.

Down on the beat, near the dead end street,

In the heat of night where your dreams survive.

You had it once, a rock to stand.

You've lost it now, still trying.

All are welcome in, still trying.

It's time to heal these old wounds together,

Revival in a big top, under bright stars and a moon.

This life we lead is all too sweet for certain,

If only for a moment before it goes away.