Well I guess I lost this round
The mountains have come down
I won't go where they go
Oh I'll be back around
The hits above the trees
And we stole our leaves
Come all the tides and tows
Will stand above the sea
Highs and lows
They're pits and lines
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Then we taste the bitter end
And hunger life again
We take another turn
With our bare hand
Highs and low
They are pits and lines
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
And you fix your plans
Then you straighten your hand
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux, and fix your plans
On the ground that you stand
Flux，And you fix your plans
Then trade in your hand