Mother Mirth

Singing at blossom with flower change
The tower's erected to higher stakes
Tiny drops and greater lakes
All the way to eternal Pennsylvania

It's a trip

It's a war
It's a Rubik's Cube
It's a fall, it's a body
It's a place

On the morning of the aftermath
Our goal was to have everything
On the morning of the aftermath
Our goal was to keep everything
On the morning of the aftermath
Our goal was to have everything
On the morning of the aftermath
Our goal was to keep everything