The Millions Too Many – A Northern Chorus – letras

These few weeks of rowing around these lakesHave moved faster than the breaks in between the smoke and the recoil routinesBut the harvest is on the minds ofLone farmers and the millions too manyOpen up the flues and let the ashes escapeThey’ve been breathing in smoke for too long and some have fallen asleepAnd forever is a lifetime,The pulse stays static and everyones got some found addiction to depend onWe’ll throw on our costumes and realignThe chemical structure that keeps us in lineCause I’ve got this plan, that seeks a lot of timeI’ve got this plan that seeks a lot of timeSo throw out your plans and put down your rusted hands, the day is on youStop waiting to speak, you keep your allies close to hear what they might have seenPoor focus has blurred out the lines and the millions too many