The only one, who’s soakin’ up

The ground around, you faced the sound

It pulls you up, and tears you down, I saw

A push in there, in search of snares you will not get the silver flare

It turns around, and bites you in the fog

The sun will burn, and turn and rise

Again you watch the steeple crush

And turn to fight, the churning in the cloth

The point of air, is crystal clear I want to clean my soul with it (oh)

The final act, the chain relaxed, devoted to a single act, a murmur cries a further sign of loss

Hey we’re going to another deep country

Storms are blowin’ can you get out of sight

Hey we’re going to another deep country

Pack your bags, and take a look at the sights

The turn of time, the space collides

The map we make will take our life

It pulls you in, and tells you of its source

Held it for a mile, oppose and reconcile, upon a pew

What about devotion, a sacred dance in motion sways into

Silence and commotion, I think better days await for you