Black Cat Bones - Turn of the Century Lyrics

Slow down you must be phenomenal
You must have fists the size of animals
But it's not the time to hunt now
All is God He gets around
(even) to your nothing

Your shiny dreams of see-through something
And when it's over its greater
We're still killing fires a century later

It's a whole different matter
It's a hole

Burn down, it's astronomical
A no-man's land filled with animals
But now is the time to kick round
All that lays out on the ground
And you're running
But your dancing shoes won't last till Sunday
And when it's over its greater
We're still killing fires a century later

At the turn of the century we'll all be together
Whether we make it home is a whole different matter
My eyes are wide open I'm turning to stone
It's a whole different thing if I ever make it home
If I even make it home