Volcano

You tell me, "It's good news but watch your back"
"For all the cinders falling from the past"
Volcanoes, and hold the view alone
You tell me where you been, not where you've gone

You lay your rug on the floor
And call it a home
But how will they know they're wrong
If you don't tell them so?

So, leave the rust on every night-side table
And fill the books with empty words til they're a fable
Drink your water, fill your lungs with smoke
When snow is here I'll stay outdoors and wait for the light

You're the only one who's got old news
You watch TV and sit in slumber
The world outside is spinning and it's falling
Let's hope they don't drop their bombs before she grows up

Call the name of the wind
Beg the trees to bend
And when the leaves do fall
Sweep them up



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Writer(s): Midwestern Dirt
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