[Verse 1] Grass into concrete green veins under grey weight roots in a chokehold still trying to hydrate Gas into cars we feed the metal beasts tap the card, turn the key call this living free Air into exhaust black ribbons in the blue kids drawing clouds with chalk same color, different truth [Chorus] Might be the wrong way still we press the pedal down breathing in the fallout acting like it’s sacred ground Might be the wrong way but we circle, scared to turn inhale what we exhale every one that burns [Verse 2] Field into parking lots sparrows trade songs for alarms sunrise hits a windshield not a single blade unharmed Stream into straight line pipes humming under feet drain the wild from the water sell it back in plastic sleep Exhaust into breath we sip the secondhand sky lungs writing little letters saying “this don’t feel right” [Bridge] Can you hear the grass remember how the wind once touched its face Can you hear the sky surrender every time we leave a trace We turn gold into grey then ask why it’s all the same call it progress, call it pay but the air still knows our name [Chorus] Might be the wrong way still we press the pedal down breathing in the fallout acting like it’s sacred ground Might be the wrong way but we circle, scared to turn inhale what we exhale then wonder why it burns