Our veins are too thin

for all our blood to stream at one time

The love you let in will die away somewhere in your mind

You lost all your sons and killed your daughters with your own doubt

So now you are one who caves slowly in as stories spin out

Caves slowly in as stories spin out

In spite of the flood

There's something growing in the streamside

Babies' slippers red like blood that even murky water can't hide

You wave them goodbye and say they're nothing but a life spent

But it's all just one big lie, there is still earth beneath the pavement

There is still earth beneath the pavement