كلمات On Growing Things

None, none will find us Cause they aren’t looking For things much smaller For things that grow Slow woven sleepers We’re made of secrets We’re made of stardust We’re made to glow Like a light that they’ve cast far away We will use what they have thrown Then they’ll finally see And fall to their knees We were born to always grow Look through the window Watch then spinning Pills that keep us Far from home But waves start with ripples Then build forever Then drown the world But we will float