an infant drinks the water from his mothers cupped hands
The same drops of water that are fed into the plants
And we all come full circle
Yeah we fall through like sand
We are all the same person
Molecules in the shape of a man
A widow cries hard salty tears down her cheeks
Little drop of the ocean crash like waves on the beach
And we all come full circle
We’re just pieces in the sky
Infinite yet a fraction
And we’re all gonna die
But don’t fear,
fears what got you here
See, there’s light in the dark
when you’re closing the lids
On the jars
youve collected
full of fingernails
And brown tangles of hair
used napkins, and old folded receipts
I believe when we all lay down to sleep
We awake with new eyes
Maybe wings or a beak
And we’ll all move around
Hear the stories in the ground
Keep your nose in the air
and your tail wagging fast
Cause baby, and all my dear friends
When the worlds gonna end
I’d like to be buried 6 feet under with you
So maybe the worms will devour our bones as one
We’ll be together forever, forever’s not long enough
When the sun comes on up
We’re gonna grow like weeds
We’ll be the tallest fucking tree.
But we’ll be tall like trees
credits
from The Hornbook,
released June 30, 2011
Seth Tillinghast - Drums
Peter Mollica - Guitar, Vocals
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