City walls are caving in
Once buildings stood so tall
Just metal scraps beneath our feet
This feeling's unsettling
We're caught in a freefall just waiting for an end
The weight of the world it presses down on me
I feel my bones begin to crack and break
The weight of your words they're pressing down on me
I feel my insides opening
This year won't be the last one
(Return this desert to a sea.)
This year won't be the last one
(Tonight let's disengage)
This year won't be the last one
(Return this desert to a sea.)
This year won't be the last one
(Let's disengage)
We're kept sheltered from our own devices, sheltered from the cold
Doors and windows boarded tight resistant to the world
Sheltered from our own devices, from the cold
Soon we'll return this desert to a sea