Well, I guess I lost this round
The mountains have come down
I won't go where they go
No, I'll be back around
With our heads above the trees
And the storm at our knees
Come all the tides and tides
We'll stand above the sea
Highs and lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
So flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
We'll taste the bitter end
And hunger life again
We'll take another turn
With our bare hands
You'll be there
And take another turn
When the pass traditional
We'll decide to spin
The spinning ground
We'll take another turn
From the blink of an eye
And then we'll get up
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux
Flow
Flux
Flow
Flux
Flow
Flux
Flow
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stay in flux
And you fix your plans
There are pits and lands
Straight in your hand