The salt of the earth
What is your impression?
The disparate lines
Cords into connections
The language we speak
Coded by the subjects
The spectral lines
I'm not your possession
I can't tell you where you're going
I can't tell I can't tell
I can't tell you where you're going
I can't tell I can't tell
Find the pattern where you're going
I can tell you I can tell you
Find the pattern where you're going
I can tell you
Leave me by the beach
Moulded on the surface
Corroding the rocks
Fossilised and sun blessed
I can't tell you where you're going
I can't tell I can't tell
I can't tell you where you're going
I can't tell I can't tell
Find the pattern where you're going
I can tell you
Find the pattern where you're going
I can tell you
