The Meadow

You were born in a river that was made to take you under
 The rocks made jagged just to cut you up
 And I can see all the blood you swallow
 While you're sining into bottles
 Hoping heaven, hoping heaven will forgive him
 If I climb into the meadow
 And just laid among the weeds
 Maybe I could call him over and
 He would talk to me
 Im exhausted
 In my body but I'm held up
 By the scene
 I'm passing fields and forests
 And the air it smells so clean
 I know I must go far away
 Straight through the city and then
 'Til it's time to go out far
 Into the forest again
 If I climb into the meadow
 And just laid among the weeds
 Maybe I could call him over and
 He would talk to me
 If I climb into the meadow
 And just laid among the weeds
 Maybe I could call him over and
 He would talk to me
 If I climb into the meadow
 And just laid among the weeds
 Maybe I could call him over and
 He would talk to me