Hey brother meet me at the room, don't reverse the night sky
Beneath the black gnawed project wings of crows with artificial eyes
Think that we could see much further, walking three foot of the ground
We could learn to live between all of the secrets that we found, before it's all gone
Before it's all gone. Before it's all gone. Before it's all gone. Before it's all gone
Hey sister, somewhere in the sun, you know this place of end used dreams
It's just the stones thrown from easy street and the rawleight limousines
Where people pass a steel doorway, never knowing we were there
You know we don't need paradise, where we found God inside of air. We must stay strong
We will stay strong. We won't remain young. And we must stay strong
But I can't feel the city seat beneath the claw
Spinning the sirens in a gentle pulse of blue
Sometimes when the land is terrified
This is where we work. Yes this where we work. This is where we work
The dark secrets of a hidden room at 3 AM
The threat of physical collapse is now very real
And God help us all, we're going way too chemical
When your living at a hundred miles an hour
Soul of bird must learn to fly
We're picking up on neat vibrations, we even don't need to try
We're all the washed with strange sensations, come on and let us liquefy
I need your reassuringness. I'm just oblivion boy
There were times I lost my mind, within the screaming wall of noise
Before I found you. That's where I found you
So brother hold on to my hand, feel I'm afraid that you might fall
You're just a pattern of man, laid down with atom of soul
You can put your faith in me, 'cause I don't care what you've been told
Just watch a shooting stars, and they fall to the great ocean row below there
Through the mounts of kings and goats appalled by the electric fence
Through the sun and the moon and the terror of the thunder cloud. I'll fly you away
Through the Indian maze wind calls upon the lips and the sun
Well you can let me be the conduit, and I'll free you today
But I can't feel the city seat beneath the claw
Spinning the sirens in a gentle pulse of blue
Sometimes when the land is terrified
This is where we work. Yes this where we work. This is where we work
The dark secrets of a hidden room at 3 AM
The threat of physical collapse is now very real
And God help us all, we're going way too chemical
When your living at a hundred miles an hour
Soul of bird must learn to fly
The soul of bird must learn to fly
The soul of bird must learn to fly
The soul of bird must learn to fly
