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