Molten Strings
(yeah) (uh-huh) Walking down the dusty road
Got the weight of centuries inside my bones
No retreat, we hold the throne Watch the fire rise up from
a spark alone
Spun the thread and looped the design
East to the West we are crossing the line
Spun the thread and looped the design Underneath the sky,
we are doing just fine
Gold on the collar,
sand in the tread
Counting up the lessons from the words they said
Keep it moving, never looking back
Two steps forward on a single track
We keep it turning,
the wheel in the dark
(turn it up) One single spark
Spun the thread and looped the design
East to the West we are crossing the line
Spun the thread and looped the design
Underneath the sky, we are doing just fine
(yeah) (just fine)