It's Unsustainable Lyrics - Singles - Chris Walla

I was busy, I was occupied 

I was burning the fields 

A wind of black was blowing over me 

And when the cilia revealed 

All the ash lining my lungs 

I heard a song, I heard a whispering 

I gave my torch to the flame 

I counted out the numbers silently 

A list of places and names 

That I'd best get back to, at least 

Were I soon to find leave or release? 

To sing again, now and then, now at least 

On to death and on to dignity 

On to flowering the grave 

On to faith and on to piety 

On to sending away 

All the tools our dynasty yields 

All these papers and axles and wheels 

On to quiet, on to silence 

On to still 

It's not unsustainable 

So don't even try to explain me away 

We can make it, love 

We can bend at the knee, we can fall 

And still we can recover 

It's not unsustainable 

Don't say it 

It's not unsustainable