lay me down upon the road
pull my hands over my throat
and the fall winds cry
and the bricks will die
and the thirst will come
sometimes it takes a cold river
to heal my wounds
let the water pull
the red fish moan
upon the dirt
upon the dirt
and we go down we go
little feet kickin from a single blow
and how we are
naked in the moon with a feather song
and down we go
stones in our pockets from the night before
and how we are
broken with a crown from the mighty flood
sew your seeds so carefully
plant your flowers in the weeds
and it's moving fast
to a dusty path
deep in my veins
sometimes it takes a cold river
to heal my wounds
let the water pull
the red fish moan
upon the dirt
upon the dirt
and we go down we go
little feet kickin from a single blow
and how we are
naked in the moon with a feather song
and down we go
stones in our pockets from the night before
and how we are
broken with a crown from the mighty flood
sometimes it takes a cold river
to heal my wounds
let the water pull
the red fish moan
upon the dirt
upon the dirt
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