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