Texty: David Gray. Destroyer.

My panic than intent
More luck than good judgment
They're raising your body
From the ground

The dreamer has woken
The spirit has spoken
They're raising your body
From the ground

What you gonna do
When the rain comes
Through on your pretty head?
Is it so easy to pretend?

Like vision of [Incomprehensible]
The silent destroyer
They're raising your body
From the ground, from the ground

What you gonna do
When it all comes
Through on your weary head?
Is it so easy to pretend?

You want it, you need it
Break your back to feed it
They're raising your body
From the ground, oh yeah
And they're raising your body
From the ground, from the ground

They're raising your body
From the ground, yeah from the ground