Lyrics

When the midnight looks all right
When the noontime takes flight
When your hands are the color
Of nuclear waste
 
Over the steeples and
Over the preachers
Over the beagles and
Over the sleepers
 
The miracles are under our feet
The miracles are underneath our feet
 
The nations are breaking scales
The banks can’t move the snails
Cuz everyone’s hands turned green
And you don’t care in the least
 
Into the corners and
Over the mourners
Around the borders and
Over the groaners
 
The miracles are under our feet
The miracles are underneath our feet
They are underneath the ground