Lyrics:
Cultivating soundsFor all the mothers who come near to find outCalling pulse bombs, a responseWith cotton in their earsAnd goodbye kissesFor the ones in the groundCollecting fallout from the blastThe road leads where it's ledWhile all the darlings cover EarthWith bare handsThey're blowing all the other kids awayWe communicate by semaphoreNo language, we've got flags of our ownThe road leads where it's ledThe darlings cover Earth with their handsThey're blowing all the other kids awayAngels stole the showThe roaring seraph, singing thunderCalled the mother's children homeBlowing all the other kids awayWe won't be movedWe can see right throughAll of your charmsYour clever disguiseUncertainty failsAs heaven surrounds youBlowing all the other kids away