Making tiny little cuts
For proof
Of life
Tonight
The foxhole covered by the brush
We choose
To find
To hide
The worms will welcome me inside
I learned
To move
To turn
An incubation has arrived
Renewed
Returned
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
From the fall
A silence louder than the noise
And we
Are wise
The last are losing their voice
And left
To fight
To light
The sticks have already told
How it
Will end
Enfold
It will ready our souls
With a flash
Of white
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
From the fall
From it all