Growing Divide – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead (feat. Britt Daniel)

Changes in the air, change on the ground
Don’t look to the sky for signs that never come
As you let the tides drag you along
Moving through crowds you never felt so all alone

Corners you weren’t meant to take
Fucks that you weren’t meant to give

Don’t let the sight of the growing divide
Make you give up on humanity
Follow her voice to the ends of the earth
To discover it was meant to be
Round
Meant to be round

All the empty rounds of time firing by
Gripped by the fear of falling stops you trying to climb
Pick up all the sand your hands will allow
Toss in the air all the cares weighing you down

As safe as you will ever be
As calm as you were meant to feel

Don’t let the sight of the growing divide
Make you give up on humanity
Follow her voice to the ends of the earth
To discover it was meant to be
Round
Meant to be round
Meant to be round
Meant to be round