My voice has grown cold and muddy
I can't allow you to worry
Send the signal on my command
Ignite the air and then we'll see

And still we march with no motive
Something to hold, someone to grieve
We live off dust from better days
And light that glows under your skin

From things you found you built a dream
Somewhere with a field and a stream
To fix our heads and help us walk
Cure our existence from within

And still we march with no motive
Something to hold, someone to grieve
We live off dust from better days
And light that glows under your skin

Many seasons are blinding grey
Breathe in and find a place to stay
Next to the Earth over the sky
A place we are just passing by