[Verse 1]
We walked up into the field
We crawled up out of the ocean
Vast machines with crudded up gears
Volcanic granite buzzing with motion

We walked up into the field
We carried you low in our bellies
Sometimes a day seems to tick on for years
Sometimes the sun sets a little bit early

[Verse 2]
We walked up into the field
We gathered around and around and around
Some places are graves that just haven't been dug yet
Some places are churches that haven't been found

And we walked up into the field
We carried you high on our shoulders
Some plots are reserved from the beginning of time
Some feel a little bit older

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
We crawled up out of the ocean
An army of lichen and moss
To watch the stone being rolled into place
Two centurions guarding the cross
And of course, we are all galaxies with spiraling arms
But some people are a little bit bigger
I've tried so hard not to finish this song
But here we are
Eight bars to go
Then it's done

Oooooooh, oooh, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh, ooh ooh, oooh ooh ooh

[Spoken]
*sighs* I don't know. I don't know