| Through the gardens and fields ‘neath the tall green grass | |
| You were walking ‘neath the moon while covering your tracks | |
| Working your fingers down to the skin and stone | |
| One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door | |
| Pushed by the wind, fed by the need for moving on, | |
| Moving on to nowhere | |
| When division runs deep and down into the well | |
| All the coins you dove after lost all their spell | |
| Covered in moss walking for silver and blood | |
| Out in the cafe, working in the grove | |
| Guarding the port of the future you sold | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one | |
| One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen | |
| Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream | |
| Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load | |
| Wait in the shadows down the living road | |
| Moving on, moving on to no one | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one |
| Through the gardens and fields ' neath the tall green grass | |
| You were walking ' neath the moon while covering your tracks | |
| Working your fingers down to the skin and stone | |
| One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door | |
| Pushed by the wind, fed by the need for moving on, | |
| Moving on to nowhere | |
| When division runs deep and down into the well | |
| All the coins you dove after lost all their spell | |
| Covered in moss walking for silver and blood | |
| Out in the cafe, working in the grove | |
| Guarding the port of the future you sold | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one | |
| One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen | |
| Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream | |
| Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load | |
| Wait in the shadows down the living road | |
| Moving on, moving on to no one | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one |
| Through the gardens and fields ' neath the tall green grass | |
| You were walking ' neath the moon while covering your tracks | |
| Working your fingers down to the skin and stone | |
| One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door | |
| Pushed by the wind, fed by the need for moving on, | |
| Moving on to nowhere | |
| When division runs deep and down into the well | |
| All the coins you dove after lost all their spell | |
| Covered in moss walking for silver and blood | |
| Out in the cafe, working in the grove | |
| Guarding the port of the future you sold | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one | |
| One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen | |
| Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream | |
| Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load | |
| Wait in the shadows down the living road | |
| Moving on, moving on to no one | |
| Holding on, holding on to no one |
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