| Seemed like it always rained no matter where we’d be |
| To this day it remains a constant part of our anatomy |
| Dives turned to diamonds while we planted our seeds |
| The garden grew around us when they found us as a beautiful machine |
| All that we loved went into hiding |
| All this hiding tore us apart |
| Our machine and all its beauty became a ghost to us all |
| Fight through the minutes, through the hours, all the days to cry out |
| This has grown way beyond me |
| You can’t be seen among the living until you cry out |
| This has grown way beyond me now |
| Torn by confusion, fueled by nonsense |
| Step from the mountain, from its shade, no regrets left to be paid |
| There’s violent blood on my shirt, glory in my head |
| I was staggering in patience wondering why I said |
| These are the miles, heavy and blue |
| These are the places we stare into |
| We went to give into the throws of the city, to the folds of the fields |
| So much noise |
| Walking upright from the mountain |
| Straight into a golden hum |
| The smiles that worked against you |
| Shimmer, then are gone |
| Shake off all the heavy noise (just let it go away) |
| Time to clean out what you carry (and let the song you say) |
| Bury the sorrow and suffering (just let it go away) |
| And what we used to be |
| Drag your tongue across these bricks then bleed into the mortar |
| Make it yours again |
| Wicked doubt it does possess; it is a vine persistent |
| Make it yours again |
| Knowing all the triggers, beautiful in its tragedy |
| Tripping from the memories of this beautiful machine |
| In soft rain with songbirds she answers, I am yours |
| Island, alone is crushing |
| Dry is killing. Island |
| Once was nothing now as always |
| I am waiting |
| This has grown so way beyond me now |
| To me you are an island |
| A line where the sky meets the sea |
| We can turn away or go there |
| Hey island on horizon, your shores will never be far |
| We can turn away or go there |
| Fill my eyes with your yesterdays and beyond |
| I’m lost without her voice to shine and save me from those rainy days |
| This hurts to say, these are the last days that she’ll save |
| She is the love that holds it all |
| She is the way |
| She is love |