It's evident we don't belong All we like sheep among The wolves prey for all our predators their savory stinging salt We are peculiar people in unfamiliar lands Waiting on homes celestial counting on pre-laid plans Learning to trust a wisdom we don't yet understand We never were too good at it to emulate the walking dead Yet hope to all the terminal Remission of disease We are peculiar people in unfamiliar lands Waiting on homes celestial counting on pre-laid plans Learning to trust a wisdom we don't yet understand