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