We ran the school yard in uniform Hung out in the branches before we went home Oh, send us a'rover through a field holding hands And fall down together, bury our bodies in boxes of sand
With an Indian eye and a pellet gun Struck bird on the rail when our half-years are gone Skinned knees are strawberries, ripped from the earth and caked from the mud Press our skin together with open wounds and mix up the blood And it grows apart Seemed impossible to let this happen
Then we dug in the dirt and the insects ran, we're flipping stones We didn't seek that protection, our bodies were prone to breaking our bones And they'll grow apart Seemed impossible to let this happen
I wonder why, that we have turned I wonder why, I wonder why I wonder why, that we have turned I wonder why, I wonder why...
And now that other parts have formed, in order In order, let's use them what they're for, get over Get over, come out, ting in, come come, and see this happen