Sit back
And feel the silence in the air
If the world’s a threat
There’s a beauty in surrendering
Out
From beyond the confines of your case
There’s a beauty in surrendering

And in from the outside
A collapse brings the news
In from the outside:
An emergency

Just feel the volume of the air
If the world’s a threat
There’s a beauty in surrendering
This is designed to be the harbinger of something more

DEPORTATION AND RETURN

At least on the outside
There’s a market for these painful poses
Wrapped around your world
And when we’re on the outside
There’s a market force that’s smooth and silent
Wrapped around your world
And it’s crying for business

I don’t know where we get off
The hours pass through empty days
And day is night when I remember the value of the automatic

When we’re on the outside
There’s no market that’s not cold
Wrapped around your world
And it’s crying for business

I don’t know where we get off
The hours pass through empty days
And day is night when I remember the value of the automatic
Please count back until the days when words weren’t cheap and calculations
Found a place where they were wanted
With the value of the automatic

Earthbound sounds still ringing in my ear
And only semi-audible; trapped beneath a downpour
Cut it