A minor setback, they told you "get back!"
Our whole town is quiet, just for now, at night, they are quiet
Don't close your windows if you want it to carry you away
Don't close your windows if you want to blow away
We know the wind is heavy alone
It can't bear the onus of our arms
It can barely hold its own
Oh it can barely hold its own

Knowing this we persist making our taking-off attempts
And our arms furious insist that physics rearrange its face in our favor, so that as we grow older
It shrugs its shoulders
Nudging our roofs and exposing our rooms
And roots us into itself, oh it roots us into itself