Lyrics:

Cultivating sounds

For all the mothers who come near to find out



Calling pulse bombs, a response



With cotton in their ears

And goodbye kisses

For the ones in the ground



Collecting fallout from the blast



The road leads where it's led

While all the darlings cover Earth

With bare hands

They're blowing all the other kids away



We communicate by semaphore

No language, we've got flags of our own



The road leads where it's led

The darlings cover Earth with their hands

They're blowing all the other kids away



Angels stole the show

The roaring seraph, singing thunder

Called the mother's children home



Blowing all the other kids away



We won't be moved

We can see right through

All of your charms

Your clever disguise

Uncertainty fails

As heaven surrounds you



Blowing all the other kids away