Epoch -

I sing in an empty ocean shell and this is not my home

Honor and laughter around, we can kill the bell

On our own ocean our mother will swallow us whole

Sometimes families change, we have to make our own, our own

Sometimes families change, create your own

Not our own

Tak' tet u’hn stehl something that’s outside of me

And seerling everdearling and far enough from it

With our hands making the dream

We’re not helping it grow

Made it some clothes

Patches of thyme, spent lying on the floor

And I tore up my arms and made them like wings

Well, they could have been anything

Peace.

Son a Bitch

Why must you be this way?

Icing from a 1,000 years of snow the seeds and watch them grow

Honor and laughter around, we can kill the bell

On our own ocean our mother will swallow us whole

Sometimes families change, we have to make our own, our own

Sometimes families change, create your own

Not our own

Tak' tet u’hn stehl something that’s outside of me

And seerling everdearling and far enough from it

With our hands making the dream

We’re not helping it grow

Made it some clothes

Patches of thyme, spent lying on the floor

And I tore up my arms and made them like wings

Well, they could have been anything

Please.

Son a Bitch

Why must you be this way?

I sing from a thousand years ago, my song is not my own