you re a storm of secret bombs falling noiseless from the clouds on this land of trees and farms growing slowly in the sand sounds of prayers sacrifices incense burning in a pipe design of god in coded works dogs are yelling at the sun trees start to bleed clouds turn to coal night seems to talk to every wall we get out the crowded web of sounds scared everyone hovering slowly in the vines see them suffer when they smile everyday they feel the same kids are running out of time organ pipes little bones growing slowly in the ground a noise is coming down a fear made of pain blood runs from the seeds runs from the clouds covering fields and everyone we get out the crowded web of sounds scared everyone everybody s lost in the sun everybody s lost in the sun everybody s lost in the sun once again i have enough walking pale and lost everybody s lost in the sun everybody s lost in the sun everybody s lost in the sun everybody s lost in the sun