I insist it wasn't always like this I saw the Sun saw red in the grass With every fiber vibrating alive So I lie down and lower my eyes Until the Sun fell low in the yard Feeling territory coming down
Then I'm out I don't hear the sound And I know I'm lost wherever I walk now
And I'm walkin' outside, nothing feels good Take a blue meander into the woods Nothing's shining like I feel like it should And the birds sing dissident tunes Singing the sadness of the afternoon And all the distance I'm hearing it through
Then I'm out I don't hear the sound And I know I'm lost wherever I walk now
I'm bowing down now through the flora I'm bending down to the floor now I'm dreaming, don't worry I'm praying now, to the forest To the flora, to the floor now
Compositor: Evan Stephens Hall (Pinegrove) (BMI)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #32763621 em 25/Abr/2024