Wonderful Lungs
Today I woke up with a head full of regret and the sum of all my parts
We saw all the ugly things that are hidden in our bodies all long
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
All the pretty children
Standing in the kitchen
Praying for admission
To something that they're missing
I heard the bad news the other day
The dirt is under our nails from clawing at the garden
Where all the dirty words bloom like precious flowers
Is there a better way? I don't know.
We are constant machines it's time we take the time to breathe.