post tropical

rhythm comes

tepid then cold

crawling like snakes to a fold

chase it back

back to the ground

beating our fists to the sound

no one can look

how can anyone

move on

travel on

terrible old love giving it all away

who will come and who will save

on the hill

gathering men

there to divide through whats left

all they sell

gutted then cleaned

throwing what's left in the street

how can you look

how can anyone

move on

travel on

terrible old love giving it all away

who will come and who will save

first to leave

last who gave

who will come and who will save