Weasel, nothing's going
Buried all the fax love poems engraved
My heart senses what's missing
Hand on, now the story's told
These are the voices speaking
Talk of town not so long ago
Their eyes are the only ones
Replace ...
Wonder why
Feel your hands
What do you see now?
Drink it down as we rise
What do you see now?
Feel it down
These are roads we walk on
Concrete ravage to seal our faith
My heart feels what's missing
...we are till away