Levels of Light - Sleeping At Last

We are volcanoes, making new land

Transcending borders with seeds in our hands

Natural killers perfectly planned

All is entirely out of our hands

It’s out of our mouths, into the ground

Wake up, wake up

I think the worst is through…

We are surrounded by color and life

We don’t even know it

We are volcanoes, making new land

Transcending borders with seeds in our hands

Natural killers perfectly planned

All is entirely out of our hands

Death is the only thing that makes us alive

Forcing focus on light that we hold inside

We are volcanoes, levels of light

Bleeding an ocean of permanent life

The blush of our anger could bury the sun

The pulse of untamable progress has begun

Death is the only thing that makes us alive

That brings us to life

Wake up, wake up

I think the worst is through…

The light that we hold must be buried —

Buried to bloom