Let's start to clap our hands
To match something as loud as the dogs themselves
Making our way on a path laid in goosebumps
Of what's yet to come then
A city within a market of open senses
What are we running from?
Run 'til it catches up
All they want is to see us buckle
As joy is thrown to the wolves
We'll take it all back in song
As the root, as the main sail
Left like an open gate with path still unannounced
And gravity lifting some folded wings from the ground
An ant carries more than its body can bear
To layer the backyard with the hills of its homeland
Perhaps the question is not whether or not
But whenzy