Before the Dozer

Here

Here

Higher

Higher

Here

Here

Behind the eyes, between layers of light

I was gathered there in the ground

A pilot towards the violet

Always rising up from the down

I was out there in those fields before the garden even came around

The fire called out to fold

But that never speaks much to me now

And all those idle ones make haste when it's done

Here

Here

Summer came just like the others, given to the ground

Gold and brown

A thousand lines before the dozer, ready for the plough

The world turns around

But every stem that breaks and bends can curve into a crown

Lay me down

This code moves way too slow

Send me on down that road

To find a Messiah that I know

Here

This code moves way too slow

Send me on down that road

To find a Messiah that I know

Higher

This code moves way too slow

Send me on down that road

To find a Messiah that I know