Working for the Future in the Interlake
There is a fire burning underground
And it always keeps me turning back around
An agreement of silence
Vessels made of wood
Grey space that once was where something ancient stood
The weather made you so afraid
The weather made you so afraid
Magnetic force
The inevitable return
To the place that I had left before
Our friends are running
Living in cloud shadows
We made little tide pools in our open mouths
And stood like creatures frozen into silence or a shout
The weather made you so afraid
The weather made you so afraid
Magnetic force
The inevitable return
To the place that I had left before
Our friends are running
Living in cloud shadows
Cloud shadows
Cloud shadows
There is a fire burning
Our friends are running
Writer/s: Keegan Steele
