Working for the Future in the Interlake

There is a fire burning underground And it always keeps me turning back around An agreement of silence Vessels made of wood Grey space that once was where something ancient stood The weather made you so afraid The weather made you so afraid Magnetic force The inevitable return To the place that I had left before Our friends are running Living in cloud shadows We made little tide pools in our open mouths And stood like creatures frozen into silence or a shout The weather made you so afraid The weather made you so afraid Magnetic force The inevitable return To the place that I had left before Our friends are running Living in cloud shadows Cloud shadows Cloud shadows There is a fire burning Our friends are running