Cultivating sounds
For all the mothers who come near to find out
Calling pulse bombs, a response
With cotton in their ears
And goodbye kisses
For the ones in the ground
Collecting fallout from the blast
The road leads where its led
While all the darlings cover earth
With bare hands
Theyre blowing all the other kids away
We communicate by semaphore
No language, were got flags of our own
The road leads where its led
The darlings cover earth with their hands
Theyre blowing all the other kids away
Angels stole the show
The roaring seraph, singing thunder
Called the mothers children home
Blowing all the other kids away
We wont be moved
We can see right through
All of your charms
Your clever disguise
Uncertainty fails
As heaven surrounds you
Blowing all the other kids away