Lyrics

Seventeen years of a home where ever I steer A wander addict can't quit – the people that risk It's a bond in a bail out We're carving a new route Through an old parched path - we're cutting swath Through a jungle of shit [Chorus] We sit silent and alone In the green grass dichotomy Elated and unknown In the thankless debt of false autonomy An unseen reason – recognition or subtle treason The warm abuse or some excuse to keep ourselves unbound The sake of art / the song of farce A whispered echo when we're gone The instrument of sage descent And all the deaf ears it falls on… [Chorus] We sit silent and alone In the green screen dichotomy Elated and unknown In the thankless debt of false autonomy What about love? That's one hell of a weapon Seventeen years in the murk of the ether What's to show what can we sow From the strain of sound? What about love? That's one hell of a weapon