Good Atmosphere

Not that lost, the exits bleed into one

So do the sounds long gone

Hello ward hill, hello ward hill

Why did we climb not run? Exits bled into one

Hello master, hello master

Enlightened by all that is, parted by all the trees

Hello output, hello output

Thick as the dried cement, what is the land ahead?

Hello downfall

Good food, good atmosphere and no responsibility but the

Ability to respond to what was gone

Good food, good atmosphere

Good food, good atmosphere

What’s left was never here

Hello Moon, veering off right of you

To lengthen our strides would help

Hello tide, hello tide

Been waiting for you turn, along with the gas we’ve burned

Hello input, hello input

Dogs laughing in a rue, but still searching for the treat

Hello bastards, hello bastards

I’m finally free to go, the density’s sure to grow

Hello exit

It’s likely to take it's new form and take us home

This is my blood

This is my blood