Psalms Of Survival

In a plane that's flown much higher
Opened up across the neck
Filming records of the hour
All the details they'd elect

Psalms of survival
Psalms of survival

Time and speed affect the frame
And the view above the ground
Through a lens, a tiny fissure
Wishing it would settle down

Psalms of survival
Psalms of survival

From the air it's just a grain
Another square of parcelled ground
Films of people living there
Don't have any sound

Psalms of survival
Psalms of survival