Quilt Follow

And oh, you looked at me
As if I was another side of the game
The unknown known
We always seem, seem to play with confidence
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska

And "why", you said to me
"Why would we try, why should we try to make anew
When we could be intoxicated by this ordinary turn again?"
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska

Do you remember when
When you shook, or when you felt a rising tide?
From within, before the cross
From that place where our child resides
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska

Tripping on the bricks in the light of another snow
You hand me a gift, a trade of I don't know why
I've been packing bombs for a man in an idle tower
Who traded this land for an open hand of flowers
How did we get so

Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious
And now we return through the means of our destruction