Текст песни Fear Bangs The Drum

What a waste, what a shame Could we start this over? Or better still, let the hill worth dying on crumble This black hole will swallow us whole if you let it It'll break unless it bends, so let it bend Let it bend For the sake of curiosity Entertain the eerie thought with me Fear bangs the drum Let it thrum, let it thrum Who am I to rely on a final outcome Take a beat, let it be and breathe it out Chorus to chorus all us souls know the cadence Simmer down, circle 'round, common ground Common ground Can you hold the thought up to the light? Can you catch the phrase and harmonise? Fear bangs the drum Let it thrum, let it thrum Steeped in the knowledge That all of this will make way With a sweet irreverence The old moth to the flame The rush passed The loves last And the plenty bear the fruit of us To the chain we make, the dust is dust Fear bangs the drum Let it thrum, let it thrum