Under the sun Among the ditches and the vines While the flies all make meals of our skin Bycicles and pocket knives lost beneath the trees Cursing like sailors tasting all the new words Every empty space is yours, just lay your claim It holds until we leave
The dirt and trees, the missing teeth, the scrapes across our boney knees And all the world was ours, we lived like kings And all our eyes were aimed at the sky Up at the sky
Nighttime comes, full of witches full of thives And our mother's voices pull us all back home Shoes that hang from power lines sat beneath our feet Laughing at our accidents, crashing through the neighbor's yard Holding down the fort, yeah sleep is for the weak Close your eyes and pay the price
The dirt and trees, the missing teeth, the scrapes across our boney knees And all the world was ours, we lived like kings And all our eyes were aimed at the sky Up at the sky