The Quiver to the Bomb

Four billion years ago
A girl was just starting to grow
Gathering pieces of this and that
Quilting herself up for a show
She could have never, ever known
We’d over-reap what she’d sown
Now she’s taking it back
She’s kicking us off her land
It’ll never be you or that girl
Accretion speaks louder than words
She’s the only constant you’ve ever known
Long before Barstow
And way, way, way, way before the Detrital Wash
The girl got bored, she needed some company
Because an empty playhouse is no place you wanna be
At first it was a ball, she made room for one and all
She was finally entertained
But all at her expense, and it opened the door to pain
The quiver to the bomb
Didn’t take long
The quiver to the bomb
Didn’t take long
The quiver to the bomb
Didn’t take long
The quiver to the bomb
Didn’t take long
The quiver to the bomb
Didn’t take long
The quiver to the bomb
Didn’t take long