Iʼm tearing up, across your face
Move dust through the light
To find your name
It's something faint
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I'm raised of wake
Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love
In a mother, out a moth
Furling forests for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So I'm riddling all your stories
What I know, what it is, is pouring – wire it up!
You're breaking your ground
