Well
I guess I lost this round
The mountains [bad word] down
I won't go where they go
No, I'll be back around
The heads above the trees
And the storm at our [bad word] all the tides and tows
We'll stand above the sea

Highs and lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand

So, flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

We taste a bitter end
And hunger life again
We take another turn
With a better hand

Highs and lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand

So, flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

Flux
Flow
Flux
Flow
Flux
Flow
Flux
Flow

There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
Flux
And you fix your plans
Then 
You trade in your hand