Weasel, nothing's going Buried all the fax love poems engraved My heart senses what's missing Hand on, now the story's told These are the voices speaking Talk of town not so long ago Their eyes are the only ones Replace ...
Wonder why Feel your hands What do you see now?
Drink it down as we rise What do you see now?
Feel it down
These are roads we walk on Concrete ravage to seal our faith My heart feels what's missing ...we are till away