The Hive of the Sounds of the Sun by Thrill Village Lyrics

What the old ones left us here split wax and wane, and hear this plea:
Give me beautiful things for the rest of my life: they must all be exports
And yet, what we’ll miss:
The birds knowing their cue, the photo we might take some afternoon, napping in sunbeams all alone, the familiar shadows of home
And we will find eternal life, somewhere. before it finds us
And we will dance where there is no sunlight
I’d rather shut my eyes
Together, we will black out the cursed sky on the only beautiful day I have ever been alive
Help me I'm trapped inside new realms of divine light
And we will find eternal life, somewhere, before it finds us, and we will dance where there is no sunlight
I’d rather shut my eyes
My face will only sink deeper into new shades every day
Crippled vision can't help but give way to the earth as the heart and the answer to this
What ancient thing spits this imperious mist?
Who wanders out for the final eclipse?
When the buzz has blown out, how can we rest?