It all comes and goes in waves Everything looks the same The cornfields, the cows, the flies, the coughing The musky air that fills our rows and permeates Even through the ash infested vents from the fires Eating away at the barks of trees like this moment Eating away at the last dose of happiness lingering on the dust of our bones The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets I clenched my body and pretended I was an embryo in my mother's womb It was the only source of warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep But now, I see the sheep out the window on green pastures I hope they have water I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated as one And jumping over these low wire fences to freedom I wonder how far I could make it without a human catching me Taming me, bringing me back to their living painting A life to look at as they wash the dishes Smeared with my mother's milk that they stole from me It's raining, finally And the van is slowly drifting into the other lane Eddie is driving Everyone else is asleep, sometimes coming up for air Their heads poking up like groundhogs Before sinking back into their holes But it's not all dark and grim There are moments of hope They come to me when it's quiet They come to me when everyone is synched in their levels of happy Which doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's nice I wonder if we'll look back and think that these miles of cornfields These anguished breaths, these forced smiles These moments that were gone, the momentary calms And the thousands of little bugs pressed against our windshield Were all worth it I don't know exactly where I'm supposed to be There's a hollow thought that takes control of me Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
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Hauntingly Beautiful. I love this song. It needs way more recognition
It all comes and goes in waves
Everything looks the same
The cornfields, the cows, the flies, the coughing
The musky air that fills our rows and permeates
Even through the ash infested vents from the fires
Eating away at the barks of trees like this moment
Eating away at the last dose of happiness lingering on the dust of our bones
The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets
I clenched my body and pretended I was an embryo in my mother's womb
It was the only source of warmth and comfort that could sing me to sleep
But now, I see the sheep out the window on green pastures
I hope they have water
I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated as one
And jumping over these low wire fences to freedom
I wonder how far I could make it without a human catching me
Taming me, bringing me back to their living painting
A life to look at as they wash the dishes
Smeared with my mother's milk that they stole from me
It's raining, finally
And the van is slowly drifting into the other lane
Eddie is driving
Everyone else is asleep, sometimes coming up for air
Their heads poking up like groundhogs
Before sinking back into their holes
But it's not all dark and grim
There are moments of hope
They come to me when it's quiet
They come to me when everyone is synched in their levels of happy
Which doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's nice
I wonder if we'll look back and think that these miles of cornfields
These anguished breaths, these forced smiles
These moments that were gone, the momentary calms
And the thousands of little bugs pressed against our windshield
Were all worth it
I don't know exactly where I'm supposed to be
There's a hollow thought that takes control of me
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up