Now the future's in the water
And I'm on my hands and knees
The fireworks blind his daughter
And all the dead among the peppermint trees
If all these ones and zeros
Have taught me anything
It's that you need a hero
It's that you need no king
And your father
Said I was too nice
But he liked my music
So I guess it's alright
But he'd like the bruising
When it meets the sky

And now my future's in the water
I'm on my hands and knees
And the fireworks blind his daughter
And all the dead among the peppermint trees

It's a shrieking charm
Of the iron stay
It's in thе knotted arms
Of the stooping of the Morton Bay
And your fathеr
Said I was too nice
But he liked my music
So I guess it's alright
But he'd like the bruising
When it meets the sky

And now my future's in the water
I'm on my hands and knees
And the fireworks blind his daughter
And all the dead among the peppermint trees

I love our strung-out country, yeah
Of doubt
And buried pains
The smelter like a seraphim of chrome up there
And the molten roads
And the low, low, low, low, low water

And I'm on my hands and knees
And the fireworks blind his daughter
And all the dead among the peppermint trees