Dumb days and city haze swallow me
Colored walls and hallways to the sea
Don’t waste your precious memories
Shallow was the water in my heart
Child broke and backpack falls apart
But we know roots grow deeper in the spring
Oooooh . . . (oh how fragile we are)
He’s calling out
A little cry
Count the toes
And kiss goodnight
He’s calling out
A little cry
Count the toes
And kiss goodnight
Flower songs
Break my heart
Spoken words
Take me home
Flower songs
Break my heart
Spoken words
Take me home
All I wanna do is lie around like morning dew on blades of grass
With you
All I wanna do is lie around like morning dew on blades of grass
All I wanna do is lie around like morning dew on blades of grass
With you
All I wanna do is lie around like morning dew on blades of grass
