Out of Reach - Bad Moves

Caught up in the daily forecasts, basking in the sun

Oh, how it hurt to squint at decades still to come

While the blaring television boasted of our skill

The imminence, it gripped you early on

Fearful child

You’d lie awake at night

In bleak envisioning, visioning

A prophet’s end

Through a heretic lens

Nobody listening, listening

Every blackened night

Every temperature rise

We are the fire

We give off light

By the time we could admit we’d foreseen the effects

You’d spent a lifetime mapping outlooks of the wreck

Drink it down, cough it up

Torrid air fills your lungs

If not the best that’s left, what’s left is left for us

Circling high

Above the rising tide

It seemed so out of reach, out of reach

The clouds that rise

Up through a darkened sky

Warm from the air we breathe, air we breathe

Every blackened night

Every temperature rise

We are the fire

We give off light

And every faded hope

Every hallowed divide

We are the air

The ardent denial

Every blackened night

Every blackened night

Every temperature rise

We are the fire

We give off light

And every faded hope

Every hallowed divide

We are the air

The ardent denial

Every blackened night

Everywhere you walk, there’s a dark cloud forming

Even where you are, it’s a perfect storm and

Everywhere you walk, there’s a dark cloud forming

Even where you are, even where you are