Our History

I want to know what this patch of grass was
I wanna know what this patch of grass was
Before the fertilizer fell

Your plump fingers tug at the roots
You splash the puddles with your mud boots
In the heaves, the winter left behind

Maybe you'll be afraid
You won't know why
Of sirens singing in the streets

Those ladders coiled in your sweet body
They hold the secrets, spin the stories
Of how our history was made

I wanna know what this gasoline was
I wanna know what this gasoline was

When it lived at the bottom of the sea
With windows down we ride to the beach
Saltwater licks and kisses bare feet
In the waves that traveled a million miles just to crash

Maybe you'll feel something
You won't know why
A certain longing for the deep

Those ladders coiled in your sweet body
They hold the secrets, spin the stories
Of how our history is made

There's a woman that you never met
She's tucked down deep inside your bones
They break down and then they build again
Climb the ladder that your body knows

Now the sirens calling from the deep
And the ambulances on the street
And the street laid on the ground for you
And the ball of fire underneath

We're always living with the dead, you know
We're always living with the dead, you know