Foxglove Hunt The Pure In Heart
We're thinking our lives are moving onWe're building
tomorrow and beyond
We'll find out our house was built upon
A floodplain unknown to everyone
Fifty-six more years to go
Fifty-six more years to go
You gather some things made out of wood
Plastics and raw materials
You'll find out you're barely scraping by
And falling behind
Fifty-six more years to go
Fifty-six more years to go
What happens if I beg for more?
We're thinking our lives are moving on
We're building tomorrow and beyond
We'll find out our house was built upon
A floodplain unknown...
You'll find out you're barely scraping by
And falling behind
