Cicada Days - Live at Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

Hello, everyone

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk
And you get light-headed when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts, salt deposits
And warm little rivers, then burst from our words

And God knows, crying ain't gonna change a thing
She said, "Take care"
But I take more than I bring

She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much"
"'Cause when you leave, you know, you take more than your love"
Just one week of cicada days, we're losing touch
And I know, it just feels inhumane to lose this much

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars
That were all glow-in-the-dark
Hanging over queen-sized purple waves of ancient chemicals, just whisper
And did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well, the ground looks soft enough to bury this, now
Oh-oh, please
Oh, no!

And then my sponsor said, "Do nothing, nothing works"
(And I really did)
And then my doctor said, "Don't do that if it hurts"

She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much"
"'Cause when you leave, you know, you take more than your love"
The seasons of cicada days, we can't make up
And I know, it just feels inhumane to lose this much!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
So, don't let me leave
I'll only take more than I gave, okay, I'll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my God, what have I done?
Christ, now, it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Keep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen