My mountains outlast the summer
Father gave us a number
Our very own
All of my friends
All of my so-called brothers
We are dying
We are tired
And if wewe think that the simple solution
Is retribution please... breathe
Freeze-dried amends
Scalding insinuations
Why am I standing?
Is this my home?
All of my trees
That bend to be heard are missing
Where are the brides?
Why aren't wewe kissing?
And if wewe think
I'm apocalyptic
au cold and cryptic
Please... never leave
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
wewe might just turn the world around
These are just words
This is my contribution
Unfit for evolution
Silly and pure
There is a sound
Under the darkest winter
I am sure
I rest assured
And if wewe think
wewe hear yourself screaming
Feel me dreaming
More... never leave
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
wewe might just turn the world around
Hang on
Little Clownz
wewe might just turn the world around
