Almost left without a flashlight in my hand

We crawled across a man-made creek onto your land

Nothing settled, we made a rule to understand

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving

Walked for days until the rails turned into rust

Almost dropped a couple times when we got lost

The ghosts are us, and we have dreams of being dust

Beginning in the mud, we turn to sand again

From single cell to full, decline is still development, my friend

Ah

Made to mud, more than soil, such a fool

Middle age, an obsolete gardening tool

Nothing settled, we made a rule

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving

Beginning in the mud, we turn to sand again

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving

From single cell to full, decline is still development, my friend

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving

I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving...