Built from the sticks behind our eyes
Just mountain men looking for a place to survive
With these sticks now in our lives
These Alps a maze
As a mountain opera sang for days
The lost song lead us away
As we followed the old hymn
To the soil where we would settle with our kin
Were we brought our sticks to live
We followed this ancient dream
Of building a muted town
With sound without sounds
He will build a well formed crown
Life hidden in deep
Shovels digging down
The mud is finally found
Wash away the old bounds
Rip life from the ground
The tree a foundation
To the field
That will grip perfect chaos all around
This will be our home
These are our bones
We grew water and stones
Winter wind kids
Hold up our roots from which
We fall though the abyss
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