Residue

We didn’t come from the ground

Rising or hiding

The lake is a lost and found

Rising or hiding

We didn’t come from the ground

Rising or hiding

The lake is a lost and found

Rising or hiding

For everyone, there’s at least five more

The rug is swept up, no punch left to pour

When the meal is over, the gold is gone too

Stories stay hidden in the residue

Half-life comes quick, lips left unlicked and there’s too much thinking

And the ground is splitting

Tide is low, what do we find in the volcano

When the rug is swept up, better learn to listen differently

(The rug is swept up)

(The rug is swept up)

(The rug is swept up)

Half-life comes quick, lips left unlicked and there’s too much thinking

(The rug is swept up)

And the ground is splitting

(The rug is swept up)

Tide is low, what do we find in the volcano

(The rug is swept up)

When the rug is swept up, better learn to listen differently