Cholla, cholla
You kept us away
We'll come back tomorrow

And give you one day
The talent of time
That thief that delays

We'll come back tomorrow
And tear down your ways
Otherwise


Where are we going?
What are we doing?

You siphon a smile from the source
How do we move on
When nothing is growing

Your hands turned to daggers again

Non par

Non par nonpareil
You rush to the future and paint it yourself
Together we're lucky

Together we're set
When nothing comes easy
Only the finest are left


Where are we going?
What are we doing?

You siphon a smile from the source
How do we move on
When nothing is growing

Your hands turned to daggers again, my love.

This is the way it has played

But these are our riches to take
What came of, of goodness
Of fairness

Nothing proves otherwise

Where are we going

Where are we going
Where are we going
Where are we going

Where are we going
And what are we doing
Cholla, cholla, cholla