Exiled - Floater

Oh, to be so rested that we can withstand these long years

We sweat in the wilderness

Carving and sqeezing the fat from the land

From the birth of the sun god at morning

We struggle beneath him, breaking our hands

Yeah, there is no rest for us

There’ll be no peace for us

Not one second’s rest for us

We have been here so long

Though our numbers may be small, there’s more of us

Rot you will and fertilize our dirt for us

This is our home

Yeah, we’re on our way home

On our way home

Yeah, on our way home

While you are warm and safe

Just think of us shivering, beautifully brave

Fear all that patience we’ve saved

Know that we’re coming back…

Black Sheep who’ve formed a pack

Do you hear our footfalls creeping back up to your walls?

Creeping back home!

Though our armies may be less, there’s more of us

Yeah, rot you will and fertilize our dirt for us

This, too, is our home

Yeah, we’re on our way home

We’re coming home

Tired of being cold

And we don’t care if your doors are closed

Well, once upon a time, we were drinking from the golden flask

Well, once upon a time, when the sun would shine, we could bask

But now that’s all gone

Why do we live in exile?

We come out at night

We love the night

We know it’s all downhill from here

We know we’re right, we know we’re right!

We know it’s all downhill from, all downhill…

Ahhh, ahhh

Ahhh, ahhh…

Knock, knock…

We’re back!