[Verse 1]
Always raining
Great thing to be alive
A great thirst brought us to our knees
Brought us the lark, the dog, and the night

[Verse 2]
You were made dumb and so you listened
I was made dumb and learned to speak
Now I feel it, this coming silence
A greatness only in witness
Greatness only in witness
The voice is just that
Moving from the lark to lower gut

[Verse 3]
I am conflicted
Learning if dreams are like news
What is inflicted isn't the visible bruise
Love as a symbol, lark as a time in life