Good Atmosphere

Not that lost, the exits bleed into one
So do the sounds long gone
Hello ward hill, hello ward hill
Why did we climb not run? Exits bled into one
Hello master, hello master
Enlightened by all that is, parted by all the trees
Hello output, hello output
Thick as the dried cement, what is the land ahead?
Hello downfall

Good food, good atmosphere and no responsibility but the
Ability to respond to what was gone
Good food, good atmosphere
Good food, good atmosphere
What’s left was never here

Hello Moon, veering off right of you
To lengthen our strides would help
Hello tide, hello tide
Been waiting for you turn, along with the gas we’ve burned
Hello input, hello input
Dogs laughing in a rue, but still searching for the treat
Hello bastards, hello bastards
I’m finally free to go, the density’s sure to grow
Hello exit
It’s likely to take it's new form and take us home
This is my blood
This is my blood