Sand

Race through the country
The perfect carnivore
Pull over and stop to breathe
There's grape jelly on your sleeve

You pick me up
I pull you down
Down to the ground

Make the most of daylight
A sun-drenched meadow by the dumpster
I came back high and hungover
From your flickering light

I hope you
Find your way home
I hope you
Find your way home
I hope you
Find your way home
I hope you
Find your way home

To the country
The perfect manifested heaven
And stop to breathe
There's an aching heart on your sleeve

You pick me up
I pull you down
You pick me up
Down to the ground

You pick me up
Up and down
Down to the ground

Your brain unbuckled
Luxurious
And softer than sand



Credits
Writer(s): Kristin Hersh
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