We've been sown, grown here on the soil
With roots that burrow deep
We've been long left, but edges of the coil now
Closer ever creepElders, tellers, keepers of the bygone
Treasures of the dirt
Brush and string we scribble and we sing
And dig for the annals of the earthAnd we try try try
To keep a little beauty in the world
All that died died died
We keep it in our hands
In their dark clouds, blackening the sun
They came down to the shores
Motors hard, loud
Beaten, overcome
No peace here anymoreBridges rigid, wicked are the pillars
Push us till we fall (until we fall)
Prophet's lies burn craving in their eyes still
Casting a shadow over allAnd we try try try
To keep a little beauty in the world
All that died died died
We keep it in our handsOh oh oh, oh oh
We are the fading voice
(We are the elders, tellers)
Oh oh oh, oh oh
We keep it in our hands
Oh, we tell it to the page
Oh, we never let it fadeAnd we try try try
To keep a little beauty in the world
All that died died died
We keep it in our hands
Oh oh oh, oh oh
We are the fading voice
(We are the elders, tellers)
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Keep it in our hands(Keep it in our hands)
(Yeah-hea)
