Lyrics Throw - Vyryr

To grab it and throw
And catch it in your mitt
The ears that hear the
Yearly creeping
Of seedling weeping
Of toddler seeping
Volatile sweeping

Running towards the dust
From the crust of a rusted up broken down piled up
Sifted out gold pan of gold stuff to touch isn't it lovely
Homely
From another one must you find the reason why we
Even started here in the first place

To grab it and throw
And catch it in your mitt
The ears that hear the
Yearly creeping
Of seedling weeping
Of toddler seeping
Of volatile sweeping

Grown from the pile from denial of an old senile man that gave
You the plan to run the stand of iridescence
What if it's a part of your presence
From another one must you find the reason why we
Even gave it a try to win some race

To grab it and throw
And catch it in your mitt
The ears that hear the
Yearly creeping
Of seedling weeping
Of toddler seeping
Of volatile sweeping