Building fires that will burn out in the morning.
The smell of books and hats,
thought surrounds us.
Tough beats,
the leather that's trapped to my skin.
Strong are the bonds that we make.
We feel the steam as it rises around us.
Hot from the soil that is cracking its back.
Tough beats, the leather
that's trapped to my skin.
Strong are the bonds that we sing.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound,
I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
We're building fires that will burn out in the morning.
The smell of books and hats,
thought surrounds us.
Tough beats,
the leather that's trapped to my skin.
Strong are the bonds that we make.
To feel the pulse sing from juncture to mountain,
down through the pain,
and into the grain.
Strong is the shoulder that moves through the time.
Here is the land it can break.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound,
I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound,
I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.
What tell you I'm so bound, I'll die dumb.