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’re 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
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