Sandstone

I squirmed through sandstone statues

Saw deeply miners in iron-rust cages

Their lamps as beacons through

Grey mornings collapsing

Fellows stare absent

The faded moon fixed outside

Faint pianos ring ghastly

With these dreams never quenching our chords of appetite

Endangered genius in a circle of fire

Ashes in the air speckle our garden

Oh, the faded moon fixed outside

Faint pianos ring ghastly

With these dreams never quenching our chords of appetite

Wait for the danger of the flood

We've clubbed the horses legs

Drilled into the ground

Of our mother

In the water

Wash clean the iron cranes

Of our elders

Shine light through landscapes

Of catastrophe

Smoking and aching

Smoke stacks are silos

For our saviors

Witnessing

Intimidation on the borderline

Praying for lightness to cure the blind

All these reasons

Are now forgotten

All of these choices

We gave to the world

We laid in the tomb

We gave to the world

We laid in the tomb

We laid in the tomb

We laid in the tomb