Lyrics

Hunt is on
For double wheat
In the fields,
Look up, what do you see?
Cascade together
Formation
Birds of a feather
One.

Somehow, animal.
These lights.
Waiting for sunrise.
Brutal,
These lights.
Waiting for sunrise.
Sunrise.

My migration was urban.
I, craved
Asphalt and concrete
And bodies.
I loved these dark rooms,
filled with strangers.
All their gazes,
for the taking.


Somehow, animal.
These lights.
Waiting for sunrise.
Brutal,
These lights.
Waiting for sunrise.
Sunrise.