Powder

[Verse 1] Were we the hammer Were we the powder Were we the cold evening air Were we the wild geese Were we the tall trees Were we the shot in the air [Chorus] And the background noise Goes fading now No sounds, just the quiver of a lip Even the moon’s half holding back [Verse 2] Look, we’re falling so easy Like the rain in the dirty south Justified for the fighting Were we living in the lion’s mouth? [Chorus] And the background noise Goes fading out No sounds, just the quiver of a lip Even the moon’s half holding out