Almost left without a flashlight in my hand
We crawled across a man-made creek onto your land
Nothing settled, we made a rule to understand

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving
Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving

Walked for days until the rails turned into rust
Almost dropped a couple times when we got lost
The ghosts are us, and we have dreams of being dust

Beginning in the mud, we turn to sand again
From single cell to full, decline is still development, my friend
Ah

Made to mud, more than soil, such a fool
Middle age, an obsolete gardening tool
Nothing settled, we made a rule

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving
Beginning in the mud, we turn to sand again
Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving
From single cell to full, decline is still development, my friend

Can't break this feeling that I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving
I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving, I'm dissolving