We cover heads to rest our bones* (We cover for the throwing stones) We travel with our stories told (They think they know us but they don't) We sing our gentle songs of hope (We sing along a fire cold) We blow away the winds of gold (My tripper's gone) And they laugh as we stumble Cry as we rise On this mountain I found my goal in time Of course it is windy, our frozen fingers won't shine Still their eyes are closed I suppose they think they know us but they Don't know what we know To kneel (To feel) The real (Is all) And where all the animals go We build our homes on feeble stocks
We were the core seeds Now we plead Low They say Trust the bible Trust the banker There is a reason There are monsters sleeping And now we can hear messy hearts beating There is a wall between They think they know us, but they Don't know what we know To kneel (to feel) The real (is all) And where all the animals go We build our homes on feeble stocks We were the core seeds Now we plead Low Seduce me, attract me Produce me, come swallow me I'd loose it all to shine Outside our skin and hearts We'll see the rain pour down