lying on our backs on the pavement
let there be light
you opened our eyes
the apple tree is an open casket
lying on our backs on the pavement
let there be light
let it be bright
lying on our backs on the pavement
let there be light
you opened our eyes
the body is a form of failure
lying on our backs on the pavement
let there be light
let it be bright
lying on our backs on the pavement
let there be light
you opened our eyes
we're covered like a flower cart and lying on our backs
where are you and where have you run to
where are you and why don't you just come home?