Gatherers — Q U I E T W O R L D lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Q U I E T W O R L D" by Gatherers.

Lyrics

Morning ruptures.
Snow-like it descends.
Let our children be reborn
in a field of gold and diminishing napalm.
Existence on a kite string, delicate and calm
We run aimlessly forever
Let our children be reborn on the day after the war.