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

I'm 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
Till 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