Waterhaul II
Brock Lindow / Steve Holt / Thomas Noonan
No matter how many nights we kill to save.
Fires to flames, chasing me through the poison rain.
I lied awake and ran it over and over and over.
To the quiet memory.
When I let it breathe I found gloss in this Sobriety.
Running to lights, the sounds of hearts crashing.
Hopeless and taken in defense of my screams.
Each moment, each second we're alive.
We expand, we retract moving forward as we love.
'We love, ascending to be loved."
Avoiding the collapse.
Avoiding the collapse.
Avoiding the collapse.
Avoiding the collapse.
The collapse.