Once you get outside
Once the fur falls from your chest and
Once the mountains all smell like piss and
Nothing's even crying
When the air in your face reminds you of old lovers' breasts and
You know there's not a clean place left
You are small again
In the end you say,
"Is this beauty or just fear of death"
You are small again
In the end you say,
"Is this beauty or just fear of death"
credits
from The Idea is like Grass,
released June 30, 2016
George Michael Williford - Guitar, Vocals, Piano