I don't know how tomorrow will be,
All I know is that I'm waiting for it to come.
I don't know how tomorrow will be.
We should leave.
We should leave.
We should leave behind the seeds
that have begun to spring from the dust.
I'm not sure if we belong here,
I just know you found me.
I'm not sure if we belong here.
You should be,
I should be,
We should be away from all fears.
We can be saved from this drought-
from the spring we found-today.
Tomorrow, we can dip up our wells,
and pull far away.
Pull away, and towards something
greater than us.
We're just trapped inside,
in the middle.
A lot of nothing out of something.
We're something out of nothing.
Seeds springing from the dust.