PRAIRIE - Sapling Edition

I hate to see the yellow drain from all the meadows
The honey's running out

Eyes blinded by the sun
The loud and distant thud tells me a storm's coming in

Oh, silly me what could've I done
To catch your careless fall and make you strong and tall
My stupid mouth what could've I said
To mend your head and give you some rest

Take me out the prairie where it hopefully won't be so scary
We'll figure out the month by looking at the sun
My fingers are all roots my hair is all the leaves that fly
Above the blue to you

Our cozy little picnic
Is ruined by the remnants of the past and all I asked of you
Couldn't accept the truth

Take me out the prairie where it hopefully won't be so scary
We'll figure out the month by looking at the sun
My fingers are all roots my hair is all the leaves that fly
Above the blue to you

Oh, silly me what could've I done
To catch your careless fall and make you strong and tall
My stupid mouth what could've I said
To mend your head and give you some rest



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Broadhurst
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