New construction kicks up dust
and then it rains and then there's mud
The flooding washes over us
and then there's rust, and then there's rust
But this town is always moving
Plates are always shifting
A brand new batch is collecting dust
Dust back to rust, rust

Can't live my whole life on mute
Just to let out one scream
I get grey and beige and blue
But neon often suits me

When the breath comes to a close
the dirt receives a healthy dose
All plans and bonds will decompose
Fall into folds and fold and fold
A seed ignites inside there
All hands on deck, ascend stairs
A tiny vine breaks through the dust
Climbs toward the sun, the sun

Can't live my whole life on mute
Just to let out one scream
I get grey and beige and blue
But neon often suits me

Built it up to
break it down again
Wreckage turns to
bolts and fuel for the next round through

When the breath comes to a close
the dirt receives a healthy dose

Can't live my whole life on mute
Just to let out one scream
I get grey and beige and blue
But neon often suits me