Fear Bangs The Drum

What a waste, what a shame
Could we start this over?
Or better still, let the hill worth dying on crumble
This black hole will swallow us whole if you let it
It'll break unless it bends, so let it bend
Let it bend

For the sake of curiosity
Entertain the eerie thought with me
Fear bangs the drum
Let it thrum, let it thrum

Who am I to rely on a final outcome
Take a beat, let it be and breathe it out
Chorus to chorus all us souls know the cadence
Simmer down, circle 'round, common ground
Common ground

Can you hold the thought up to the light?
Can you catch the phrase and harmonise?
Fear bangs the drum
Let it thrum, let it thrum

Steeped in the knowledge
That all of this will make way
With a sweet irreverence
The old moth to the flame
The rush passed
The loves last

And the plenty bear the fruit of us
To the chain we make, the dust is dust
Fear bangs the drum
Let it thrum, let it thrum