Lyrics Worn Teeth - Valley of the Sun

Worn Teeth

All things are eternally fleeting,
worn teeth of the hunter long dreaming.
I see long shadows of a-nothing.
Faint scene of the ether becoming.
Upon the embers of Uhuru all is flame.
Blue skies on the eyes of the witness.
Breathe deep and receive what is given.
All things born free unto the heavens
pay heed to the call of the Elders.
Once lost we’ll surely find the truth, my friends.