Lay of New Land

Undefensive
I'm lowering your guard
Slithering past the surface
To your heart

Keeping face
Has no place
Here

Your saving graces
Fill the spaces
Here

Calling out
Calling out
Our names

Screaming out
Screaming out
It don't feel the same!

Reaching out
Reaching out
Your hands

Feeling out
Feeling out
The lay of new land

Monitor

The movement in your spirit
Whispering
The minute that you hear it

Holding off
Won't be brought
In here

My saving graces
Fill your spaces
When we're not thinking clearly

Calling out
Calling out
Our names

Screaming out
Screaming out
It don't feel the same!

Reaching out
Reaching out

Our hands

Feeling out
Feeling out
The lay of new land