Revival

Well there calling from the rocks again flipping locks of blond and straw and brown and red. I made corrections but the winds in you direction severs all of my connections. Getting closer to the Siren float away from those horizons. Well they look so pencil thin against the blue and solar winds cause I'm so far away

Oh revival 

There's a city called Revival made of blood of poison ivory but it really doesn't matter anyway. Now the [bad word] in, up through the planks made out of skin. Throat knots up with fault, lungs filling with salt. Getting closer th the Siren float away from those horizons. Daughter sister mother Earth root up the trees caress the dirt say today's for you and I, I kiss your waves and [bad word] your sky 

Oh revival