I'm tearing up, across your face Move dust through the light To find your name It's something fane This is not a place Not yet awake, I'm raised to make Still alive who you, love Still alive who you, love Still alive who you, love In a mother, out a moth Furling forests for the soft Gotta know been lead aloft So I'm ridding all your stories What I know, what it is, it's pouring - wire it up! You're breaking your ground