There was a time we measured every night in landslides
Scaled the rugged ridge with every step to divide
Dissipate and dissolve the smoky haze
Creeping down the snowy spine into the plain
And we’re finding the natural order of low flying clouds
And we’re feeding the birds and the wolves on the quarantine grounds
There’ll be a time when heaven opens up a gold mine
Señora borealis, let your hair down tonight
Spin across and grace these empty arms of mine
Pull together the space between the frost and fire
And we’re finding the natural order of low flying clouds
And we’re feeding the birds and the wolves on the quarantine grounds
We’re headed back to town to take the pearls from the swine
Walking hand in hand with a fire in our eyes
And we’re finding the natural order of low flying clouds
And we’re feeding the birds and the wolves on the quarantine grounds
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