And set ablaze the rafters and the roofs
A sonic wind is blowing
In the skies
Sink to the table filtering through the years
Landmass oceans wide
Creators are carving and wounds are left to weep
Perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises
Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam
Honing in on a tune no one can hear
Songwriters: Joey Burns, John Convertino
Down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam
Change in direction
And the sonic wind is whistling
Burns the site down to the ground, through the ground
Over continents a sonic wind
Publishers: GOOD CLEAN DIRT, LUNADA BAY
Closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep
Fire-tail bats, poised to attack
Until the plan leaves the hand
Lie 'neath green valleys and wait for the call to come
Down in green valleys wait for the call to come
On a tune that no one can hear
Returns to the emptiness again
Promises it would never appear
Perfect pitch, simple glitch
Disguised
Over airplane graveyards
Over the skies, in disguise
And the fire it is burning
5000 miles over airplane graveyards
Sonic wind honing in
When it's all over and the empty quarter