Chris Walla It`s Unsustainable Lyrics

It`s Unsustainable Lyrics

I was busy, I was occupied

I was burning the fields

A wind of black was blowing over me

And when the cilia revealed



All the ash lining my lungs

I heard a song, I heard a whispering

I gave my torch to the flame

I counted out the numbers silently



A list of places and names

That I'd best get back to, at least

Were I soon to find leave or release?

To sing again, now and then, now at least



On to death and on to dignity

On to flowering the grave

On to faith and on to piety

On to sending away



All the tools our dynasty yields

All these papers and axles and wheels

On to quiet, on to silence

On to still



It's not unsustainable



So don't even try to explain me away

We can make it, love

We can bend at the knee, we can fall

And still we can recover



It's not unsustainable

Don't say it

It's not unsustainable