Who’s doing this?
Who’s drawing this line
Between night and day
On which we walk and
Divide ourselves
At once

Who’s hating us
And splits our lives
In pieces ever smaller
With each day

Who sees us shrinking into
Futures, flashes, gazes
Compressed in rocks and faces and
Slowly drained by an underground spring

As the ridge line grows dimmer
I see your face from far away
Who’s doing this?
Who’s smiling at us?