Breath and Burning - Phish

Breath and burning

We are made of sand

Slowly turning

At the wave’s command

And what does it matter

That the nightmares all came true?

The black clouds have scattered across the sky

And there’s nothing left we can do

But celebrate while the hurricane

Throws salt and water into the room

The canary died, the healer lied

The yellow fields disappeared too soon

Mid-air voltage blooms and grows

Unstoppable, its instant heat

And as sinners plea on bended knee

We’ll be dancing here for days!

Breath and burning

We are made of sand

Slowly turning

At the wave’s command

And what does it matter

That the end’s in sight?

We’re not going gently

We’re gonna rage with Page at the dying of the light, hey!

The sudden unexpected fate

Of sunken ships, was our future path

Your string of beads did nothing to

Prepare for you what was sure to pass

Shadow wheels in shipping lanes

The angry winds blew straight from Hell

And the tortoise pulls its head inside its shell

Breath and burning

We are made of sand

Slowly turning

At the wave’s command

And what does it matter?

It’ll be over soon

Our heads' on a platter

So let’s spin in the light of the moon

We’ve still got the light of the moon

We’ll dance in the light of the moon, hey!