Bright-eyed
Curious
Know when
Something left behind
Above the fallen rain
Above the birds' flight
Above the peaks' white
Behind the moon
Inside the skin, inside the bone
Inside the veins running blue
Is something true
Is something true
Beneath the floorboards
Beyond the basement
Down where the roots grow
In the heart of it all
Inside the skin, inside the bone
Inside the veins running blue
Is something true
Is something true

But we're shouting 'bout something
We're running like fools
Inside, the dogs are howling
For someone to return
Within this dire abundance
Blindly staring ahead
The backward way we do things
Destructive as it is

Oh, the building's torn down
Only to be built back up again
The endless fury of the wrecking ball
But who am I to judge progress?

Call it God
Call it whatever you'd like
To believe in something, to believe in souls
To believe that death is
When souls go
To someplace
Where there are no eyes
Where there are no faces, no hands, no war, no death
Is it a colorless night, shrouded in white?
Do we return here again?
Is it a colorless night, shrouded in white?
Do we return here again?