Revival (The Atomic Bitchwax)

Well they're calling from the rocks again Flipping locks of blond and straw and brown and red I made corrections but the winds in your direction Severs all my connections Getting closer to the siren Float away from those horizons Well they look so pencil thin Against the blue and solar winds Cause I'm so far away Oh revival There's a city called revival made of blocks of poison ivory But it really doesn't matter anyway Now the water's rushing in up through the planks made out of skin Throat knots up with fault Lungs filling with salt Getting closer to the siren Float away from those horizons Daughter, sister, Mother Earth Root up the trees caress the dirt Say today's for you and I I kiss your waves and fuck your sky. Oh revival