Black sky, the birds, they fly, I see it all, we fleet it all
We flock together, they move past
The lighthouse flies south, the clouds can see the ground, can hear the sound
We can't get back down, could this be my last?

Break away from the roots before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the news, carry me back on the wind to you

Crossroads don't know which way is leading home, the water flows
So how the clearest way to go is not the path I chose so will you

Break away from the roots before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the news, carry me back on the wind to you
Now we blind ourselves from the truth, heaven on high and sinew
Break away from the roots, carry me back on the wind to you

Bow to the deadbeats swirling ground, praising you, final breath
Rise from the curb lights, life is found
I'm bound, never crass