I'm 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 make
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 ridding all your stories What I know, what it is Is pouring, wire it up