Tiny Hawks - Whenzy lyrics

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