Lyrics

Sons abide our sins so we won't part
Focused on our souls, our lungs, our hearts
Bones and muscles slowly break apart
Favoured ways of growing old and dark

Why father are lines drawn down in the sand

Hills have grown to mountains that reach the stars
Highways overgrown too much for cars
Skies have gone from blue to greyish black
Lost forever our world won't turn back

Why father are lines drawn down in the sand
Why father are lines drawn down in the sand