Pack up your things
all your favorite things
that you think you can't leave
but you don't really need
and then follow the sounds till you're safe in the trees
I promise you, you'll never wanna leave
I promise you, you'll love to breathe
I wanna sleep on the ground (on the cold, hard ground)
I wanna lay in the grass (on the soft, green grass)
I wanna sink in the soil (I wanna lay in your arms)
I wanna feel like I belong (that I don't wanna go home)
I wanna soak up the sun (but I wanna lay in the snow)
I wanna taste you with my tongue (I want the linger in my throat)
I wanna float on water (I wanna sink in the sea)
I want you anytime, anyplace
I want you and I want you always
Getting impatient, feeling uneasy, daydreaming
This is me without you, slowly turning blue
This is me without you, I've gone all the way through
supported by 6 fans who also own “Indian Burial Ground”
an amazing bridge between slightly discomfiting oddpop and that weird feeling you get going to a gas station in the early morning of a long road trip Cassie