Migration - Alela Diane, Ryan Francesconi

Bright-eyed

Curious

Know when

Something left behind

Above the fallen rain

Above the birds' flight

Above the peaks' white

Behind the moon

Inside the skin, inside the bone

Inside the veins running blue

Is something true

Is something true

Beneath the floorboards

Beyond the basement

Down where the roots grow

In the heart of it all

Inside the skin, inside the bone

Inside the veins running blue

Is something true

Is something true

But we’re shouting 'bout something

We’re running like fools

Inside, the dogs are howling

For someone to return

Within this dire abundance

Blindly staring ahead

The backward way we do things

Destructive as it is

Oh, the building’s torn down

Only to be built back up again

The endless fury of the wrecking ball

But who am I to judge progress?

Call it God

Call it whatever you’d like

To believe in something, to believe in souls

To believe that death is

When souls go

To someplace

Where there are no eyes

Where there are no faces, no hands, no war, no death

Is it a colorless night, shrouded in white?

DO we return here again?

Is it a colorless night, shrouded in white?

Do we return here again?