What were we thinking We moved to a literal Indian burial ground Where the floor wont stop shaking And the fires don't go out What even happened We had it real good and we loved like we should Then we lost, engulfed and turned into dust And in the end times I was hoping we'd fight side by side To hunt and gather or whatever Needed to survive To pull through but we two, fools threw When did we get lost The journey was tough We went off-track and suffered enough The going got tough When did we lose it When everyone did All the rations we hid are still here Lentils and tears And in the end times I was hoping we'd be kissing To hold real tight and see The light in reminiscing, in All we lost To building blocks