(thank you very much for joining us again)

was quiet on the western shore
when every atom split and the ground is red now
drown the islands, shake their cores
fall came to an end and the view is dead now

we'll return to where we came from
when all the leaves have turned to black
we'll look up and see the same sun
when all the trees have turned to ash

i know the windows, in the horizon
are losing balance, the pigs were flying
returned the favor, that they were hiding
it's been a long year, nobody's dying now

we'll return to where we came from
when all the leaves have turned to black
we'll look up and see the same sun
when all the trees have turned to ash

instead of searching for a trusse
we're driving endlessly
we're always circling the truth