lay in the soil we'll sink into the earth roots will grow and cover us in dirt weeks will pass before they wonder where we are they'll set out searchings, shovels and sonar
filthy lives of simple bliss underground - the perfect kiss pretty hands - dirty lips it was the winter that I missed
the grass will grow thick over us after a while they'll forget about us flowers and earthworms in the spring dirt in our throats they won't hear us sing
filthy lives of simple bliss underground - the perfect kiss pretty hands and dirty lips it was the winter that I missed
cover me in clovers tie me up in lace sift purple powders illuminating face
the water slips below pits to us ingest we laugh and breathe and breathe and hold our breath and sleep back to chest
filthy lives of simple bliss underground - the perfect kiss holding hands with dirty lips it was the winter that I missed holding hands with dirty lips it was the winter that I missed