Rust -

Rust from before, all bright

They came from the north, then right

Like something from stories never told

Listen to them, they won’t get old

You call on my stone, all Christ

You fixed it in the road, self tight

You say that the journey is not the gold

I say you go do what you’ve been told

The more you feel it, feel awake

The more I see it

And I know you feel it, anyway now

Rust from before, all bright

They came from the north, then right

Like something from stories never told

Listen to them and they won’t get old

In the ground it is

Burn the crown ‘cause it’s

Breath to pull another like you

Wrapped around another like you

The more you feel it, feel awake

The more I see it

And I know you feel it, anyway now

In the ground it is

Burn the crown ‘cause it’s

Breath to pull another like you

Wrapped around another like you

In the ground it is

Burn the crown ‘cause it’s

Breath to pull another like you

Wrapped around another like you