Earthquake Weather

Maps all cured of pain and doubts

In your little brain
Like a rip tide could rip us away
And noise that laughs falls off their
Something's coming sky is purple
Into a void we filled with death
I push I pull the days go slow
We've been drivin' through a desert

I push I pull the days go slow
Looking for a life to call our own
And noise that laughs falls off their
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather

Into a void we filled with death
Maps all cured of pain and doubts