Post Tropical

Rhythm comes

Tepid then cold

Crawling like snakes to a fold

Chase it back

Back to the ground

Beating our fists to the sound

No one can look

How can anyone?

Move on, now

Travel on

Terrible old love giving it all away

Who will run, and who will save?

On the hill

Gathering men

There to divide through whats left

All they sell

Gutted then cleaned

Throwing what's left in the street

No one can look

How can anyone?

Move on, now

Travel on

Terrible old love giving it all away

Who will run, and who will save?

First to leave, last who gave

Who will run, and who will save?