Peregrine The Sixtieth Harvest
[Verse 1]
Never get used to
The way the domes all refract the sunlight
The sunlight
[Pre-Chorus 1]
[All her toxin gin burn?]
Sealed-off cities underneath
Blistered humanity
On the skin of Mother Earth
[Verse 2]
Never get used to the [morning?]
That the domes refract the light
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Guess it's irrelevant
Prosthetic hostage with sunlight burns
Searching for substance
Might be on the charred black soil
[Pre-Chorus 3]
Little microscopic
Cells [aging?]
Photosynthetic deficiencies
Now we're trapped behind the glass
[Chorus]
I watched it carve
Canyons into the [spirit inviting me?]
An unwelcome time that only goes out
A thief too slow, no looking
[Bridge]
[How can you watch?] alone
When your house is not a home
I'm [stuck?] but serious, paintings on the walls
[?] is in my dream, I'm tired of [the Earth?]
Still, there is a voice
Somewhere close that calls my name
Maybe it's the space between the glass
Those [poems in?] creases
They hope for memories of things they carry
[Chorus]
I watched it carve
Canyons into the [?] right ahead
An unwelcome time that only goes out
Well, I watched it carve
Canyons inside things I love
A thief too slow