Withering away I wish to stay.
These souls are worth saving.
No stones worth engraving.
A flitter in the Milky Way I’ll stay.
These souls are worth saving, you must think I’m raving mad.
But is it really that bad? Wanting back what you used to have?
If these moments are my last I will spend them free.
Your eyes rise up to meet me.
Hold my hand and we’ll be free.
The ground won’t rise to meet you.
Fly and hang your tired feet.
Bending and breaking. The flooding, eroding.
Concerning, gut-turning. The forests are burning.
The bones of our mother have begun to crumble.
There’s no time to stumble, yet no place to run.
With our hands in the vice and the tools in their hands,
we will feel a pain that goes beyond the words of man.
And I know it’s just a game that people play.
Until my dying day I play away.
Your eyes rise up to meet me.
Hold my hand and we’ll be free.
The ground won’t rise to meet you.
Fly and hang your tired feet.
Withering away I wish to stay.
These souls are worth saving.
No stones worth engraving.
A flitter in the Milky Way I’ll stay.
These souls are worth saving, you must think I’m raving mad.
It’s tragic, the tactic!
All life is reset.
So elegant, so proficient.
We know what’s happening.
Galactic reimagining.
All life is reset.
So elegant, so proficient.
Withering away I wish to stay.
These souls are worth saving.
No stones worth engraving.
A flitter in the Milky Way I’ll stay.
These souls are worth saving, you must think I’m raving mad.
But is it really that bad? Wanting back what you used to have?
If these moments are my last I will spend them free.
Your eyes rise up to meet me, you are alive.
Hold my hands and we’ll be free, you are alive.
The ground won’t rise to meet you.
Fly and hang your tired feet.