Everything Must Rest
Wrap me up in roots on a summer day
Kick off your boots, come out and play
Come outside into the daylight
Traipse across the yard
Throw stones at my window in the dead of night
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry
I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes
I loved you best, but still everything must rest
When you left, I was like a hive without a bee
Carved up, withered and twisted like some old dead tree
I lay about in the tall grass hiding out
'Til they hit me with sticks and plunged me deep into the sound
Oh, oh, don't
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry
I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes
I was a mess when you left, one foot in front of the other
I was a mess, it's a bitter pill, everything must rest
I felt no freedom being free
My time was just another chore for me
When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry
I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes
I was a mess when you left, one foot in front of the other
I was a mess when you left, there was no place to hide
I was a mess when you left, I had to put the coins over your eyes
I was a mess, I was bereft, still everything must rest
Kick off your boots, come out and play
Come outside into the daylight
Traipse across the yard
Throw stones at my window in the dead of night
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry
I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes
I loved you best, but still everything must rest
When you left, I was like a hive without a bee
Carved up, withered and twisted like some old dead tree
I lay about in the tall grass hiding out
'Til they hit me with sticks and plunged me deep into the sound
Oh, oh, don't
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry
I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes
I was a mess when you left, one foot in front of the other
I was a mess, it's a bitter pill, everything must rest
I felt no freedom being free
My time was just another chore for me
When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry
I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes
I was a mess when you left, one foot in front of the other
I was a mess when you left, there was no place to hide
I was a mess when you left, I had to put the coins over your eyes
I was a mess, I was bereft, still everything must rest
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Writer(s): Adam Michael Turla
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