Atlas

Its all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause.

By slide of the hand you will turn them into dust.

A face to face you will lead them by the fall

A track field and the saw dust

You're allowed to stare it out uuuuh

Uhhh uuuuuuh

Its all good luck charms,

I'll try to understand.

Indeed inside me will always hope for worst

You say keep them close by

They're closer than you think.

A track field and the saw dust

You're allowed to stare it out uuuuh

Uhhh uuuuuuh

Next spring will bring you back again

You'll sigh and crack a whip for us

And maybe you will be the one

who'll draw the line in the sand

for us to crawl

It's all at bats now

All painting portraits time.

And maybe when the night comes

You'll open up the cage.

You'll open up the cage.