| Stop your clock, fall underneath
|
| To hear the steps, of thunder
|
| We take our heads and hold our hearts
|
| In the dark, it’s not over now
|
| Home is lost, walk into dark
|
| We feel the past, from under
|
| We take our heads and hold our hearts
|
| From this light, it’s not over now
|
| Well I don’t know if there’s treasures in the ocean
|
| Or if death will whisk me far away
|
| I like to think that we live in a kind of motion
|
| Where our hands and feet are here to stay
|
| Break the fall, spin into coal
|
| The rain is kept, in silence
|
| We take our heads and hold our hearts
|
| In the dark, it’s not over now
|
| Well I don’t know if there’s treasures in the ocean
|
| Or if death will whisk me far away
|
| I like to think that we live in a kind of motion
|
| Where our hands and feet are here to stay
|
| Well I don’t know if there’s treasures in the ocean
|
| Or if death will whisk me far away
|
| I like to think that we live in a kind of motion
|
| Where our hands and feet are here to stay |