[Intro]
All these chariots where the horses lay dead
Mm, and a fist where $30 should have been

[Chorus]
I was waiting for
Something to hold
Thought I heard a bird call

[Verse 1]
The regional decade
The lilies grow like weeds here
But I love it when you make the bed
The way you come out from underneath

[Verse 2]
We got food for life
We got trail of slug
Hot sand to soothe my cold feet
Your grandma had such young teeth

[Chorus]
Wait, no
Cross over him again
Or he might never grow
[Verse 3]
Devil sits in the window
Water smacks on the floor below
I wish that he would call me over
To feel the weight down at the end of his bed