It’s been stuck on repeat for two days, actually. This may have something to do with reading and (thus far) enjoying Armor over the last couple of days, too (full rant to come).
For some reason, these fit together in my head. Though this one’s more upbeat.
The Decemberists – Sons & Daughters
When we arrive
Sons & daughters
We’ll make our homes on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
We’ll fill our lives with cinnamon now
These currents pull us ‘cross the border
Steady your boats
Arms to shoulder
’till tides are pulled
Hold our grounds
Making this cold harbor now home
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirrigible
We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now
When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We’ll make our lives on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon
When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We’ll make our homes on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon
(when we arrive sons and daughters
We’ll make our homes underwater
When we build our walls of aluminum
We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon)
Here all the bombs fade away
Here all the bombs fade away
Here all the bombs fade away
Here all the bombs fade away
