Cholla

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