There was a walker down in the refugees
Would cling to life and still she frothed and whipped his loaded back
Mother can't you see this raft was always bloated with corpses
So why let your skins merge soundlessly

Between creation and the flame
Between the nights that lit like days

There was a determiner between the land and the bloody tide
Only he was just a baby watching them beat the other babies
In the two bit tenements she struggled to afford
Between cans of beans and southern sunsets

Between creation and the flame
Between the nights that lit like days

There was a fire when the oil rig went bust
But by then there was no difference
As the bodies knit in seamless cables along the ocean floor
Until looking in the mirror
We couldn't recognize ourself anymore

Between creation and the flame
Between the nights that lit like days

Between creation and the flame
Between the nights that lit like days