Testo Shelter

Making tiny little cuts
For proof
Of life
Tonight

The foxhole covered by the brush
We choose
To find To hide

The worms will welcome me inside
I learned
To move
To turn

An incubation has arrived
Renewed
Returned

And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter From the fog

A silence louder than the noise
And we
Are wise
Abide

The last star losing their voice
And left
To fight
To light

The sticks have already told
How it
Will end
Enfold

And it will ready our souls
With a flash
Of white

And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
And you'll be my shelter
From the fog

From it all