my hearts stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.
the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
my eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine.
one more thing for you and i do before
we shut our eyes that you blame
me and i'll blame you, and we're both right.
cuttin cat faces in the pines
they say his teeth are wood and they want pictures of him.
the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
my chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust.
i picture you as if you were a pine
my hearts stopped pumpin but my blood it's still alive
we're wood screws
well my hearts stopped pumpin but my blood it's still alive.
i lay down with the southern range
swallows drop in and dash the sky
tracing lines of cursive on the horizon
cutting cat faces in the pine
mark the path back to the point of departure
2X2 and 4X4 the pines they lay down,
and i lay down with the southern range