Birth 가사

When I return to my birth My body spread out in the earth With fingers like roots on seed Tears of my brothers watering me And will we float up into space? Bodies shot up on a vertical interstate Could we still stop for a snack On cosmic highways? Gas station off ramps So take all the time that you want A whiskey with Jon in the fall So break my false sense of control Because there's nothing we have here to hold Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh