I am a swollen tongue silence finds
Dressing wolves in white noise
I am a bleach that’s made to find your eyes
Halting dreams in damage
We could have been gods hurling fire
Swaying the cradle to a broken lullaby
We’re only happy in a haze
Floating carbon; call me acid rain
I am electric color
Leading blind vultures into panic
We could have been gods hurling fire
Swaying the cradle to a broken lullaby
We’re only happy in a haze
Floating carbon;
We could have been hope’s show and tell
The brightest pennies at the bottom of the well
Hear only echoes when we sing
Floating carbon; call me acid rain
Don’t forget that we planted seeds
In the wounds of a wish that grew only weeds
