Never changes the sound Never changes the name Never leaving the ground Like ancient remains Never worries the mind Never moves in the dirt Never bothers to heal Never bothers to hurt The sirens in red awash in low grey And the feet falling slow in a walmart parade By the light of a screen, some fluorescent hour The saddest houseplant blooms a flower Never feeling the ground Never feeling the rain Never seeks to be found Like ancient remains I saw you in red Awash in low grey You reached out your hand Let it fall to your side The sirens in red awash in low grey And the feet falling slow in a walmart parade By the light of a screen, some blue tinted hour The saddest houseplant blooms a flower