Cholla

Cholla, cholla, you kept us awake
We'll come back tomorrow and give you one day
The talent of time that thief that delays
We'll come back tomorrow and teart down your ways
Otherwise

Where are we going?
What are we doing?
You siphon a smile from the source
How do we move on
When nothing is growing?
Your hands turned to daggers again

Nor par, non par, nonpareil
You rush to the future and paint it yourslef
Together we're lucky, together we'er set
When nothing comes easy only the finest are left

Where are we going?
What are we doing?
You siphon a smile from the source
How do we move on
When nothing is growing?
Your hands turned to daggers again, my love

This is the way it has played
But these are our riches to take

What came of
Of godness
Of fairness
Nothing proofs otherwise

Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
And what are we doing?
Cholla
Cholla
Cholla