Naica

We go out every evening now
In search of something new
Got tired of the paper round
There was no grass to chew
Far from hallowed hallways
Where they tell us what to do

We’re alright, yeah

I’m trampled by indifference
Or I’m trampled by a horse
These days I barely register
The carrier of force
I’ve always been self-righteous
Even when I show remorse

Calm down
If the tide is coming
You and I will turn it back around

Calm down
If the dead are rising
You and I will put them in the ground

Ooo

If I have shown improvement
In the lateness of the hour
You’ve slowly come to exercise
A different kind of power
Every quarter century
Your seed comes into flower

Calm down
If the tide is coming
You and I will turn it back around

Calm down
If the dead are rising
You and I will put them in the ground