"Well if we take all these things
and we bury them fast
And we'll pray that they turn into seeds,
to roots, and then grass
It'd be all right, it's all right,
it'd be easier that way.
Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
Like he knew it was time
to start things over again
It'd be all right, it's all right,
it'd be easier that way.
"
"You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second-hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
Holding on to yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins."
