I think I'm ready for the shit to hit the fan
The more I think on it the less I understand
The night is over, but the moon is still a man
When I return, I hope I know just who I am
I think I'm ready for the shit to hit the fan
The more I think on it the less I understand
The night is over, but the moon is still a man
When I return, I hope I know just who I am
It's time to watch
It's time to watch it burn
The fallow field at your feet
Let it heal you
Time to watch
It's time to watch it burn
The fallow field at your feet
Let it heal you
I will play the mazurka tilting on the deck
Hold up my violin while the water's to my neck
They said we'll never sink, so I don't have to fret
My lips are the colour of the sea, but I've got no regret
I will play the mazurka tilting on the deck
Hold up my violin while the water's to my neck
They said we'll never sink, so I don't have to fret
My lips are the colour of the sea, but I've got no regret
It's time to watch
It's time to watch it burn
The fallow field at your feet
Let it heal you
Time to watch
It's time to watch it burn
The fallow field at your feet
Let it heal you
(Heal you, heal you, heal you, heal you)
(Heal you, heal you, heal you, heal you)
You were laughing at the shadows in the rearview
Now you're wondering how the hell they got so near you
I will play the mazurka tilting on the deck
Hold up my violin while the water's up around my neck
There's no time to take a bow before we hit the crest
My lips are the colour of the sea, but it's not over yet
It's time to watch (time to watch)
It's time to watch it burn (time to watch it burn)
The fallow field at your feet
Let it heal you
Time to watch
It's time to watch it burn
The fallow field at your feet
Let it heal you