Verse 1: The sunrise in the morning, covers all the stars
Walking down the sea lane, footsteps on the salt
They carry pinch of madness, somewhere in a haul
The cars light the freeway, but they don't even stop
they don't even stop
They don't even
Stop Verse 2: The hollow soil horizon gives a fabric to the turf
Marching of the workers, sends shiver down the torn
Rising of the Phoenix and its confounded smile
The gra** is meant for healing, for the imaginary flock
Imaginary flock
Imaginary
Flock