Tip of the Tongue Video (MV)

It's useless asking where we'll go
Because I don't know I've lost control
We're waking up and down we go
It's in the walls and in our bones
This simple home hides more than shown
It's silent banks are taking hold
As the swollen ground begins to fold
I'm at peace and swallowed whole

It keeps me safe, it keeps me old
I'll never leave this cobbled road
A crooked spire breaks through the clouds
That all light up without a sound
I stand upon this hallow ground
The grave stones turn and take a bow
I've washed my soul in an infants dream
It's still the same but now it's clean

No train of thought, we're humble hosts
We don't exist, we're living ghosts
Everything we see seems to be stretched
Everything you were you will forget
There's a 'secret spider' in my mouth
It showed itself and climbed right out
It looked at me and nodded once
Then climbed back in and got this wrong