Testo di The Green Harbor

You're not a sideways that guts the shutters You're a waning grin that stills You're a telephone that always answers You're an ocean moving pill But you are not controlled By forced alarm clocks Or an epitaph doctrine You are wintry shine, you are friendly harbors You're my knight, my next of kin Wake up you hardened hearts and grow Open your circuit board and let your fuses show The cancer has become the cure The uncertainties will all be known for sure A burning bush that never dies The blue stars filling up the needing in my eyes And every child will have a home Cuase my mama knows she'll never die alone It's the millennial identity These wells will never sundry