[Verse 1]
All flown out in the crafting
A road in pots called to entwine
Hands in the clay
[Verse 2]
We did alright, we know
And their life is growing
Tracing the gold
[Verse 3]
Of a new sun
We're making up, oh, as we go
From all the lines, calling in the heat
Beneath the ground
From the source keeping us here
