Pre-Pangea

Pre-Pangaea, before the split You and I must have collided, oh shit! Strange formations, new bodies boiling Fault lines crumble, we almost fit like a puzzle! Post-drift, across the ocean floor You and I must have created some shores On a tectonic timeline, there's a strike-slip Twixt thrust, and rift, and bearing witness Pre-Pangaea, before the split You and I must have collided, oh shit! Strange formations, new bodies boiling Fault lines crumble, we almost fit like a puzzle! I ride, I die, or I sit Waiting on a continent adrift To raze ancient mountains and shove me down depths I am that canyon but with nothing left Pre-Pangaea, before the split You and I must have collided, oh shit! Strange formations, new bodies boiling Fault lines crumble, we almost fit like a puzzle! "Were all prophets of doom such happy men?" Seeing the omens and accepting their end Fanning flames, creating games, and filling the space Made empty by grace