The Forest Kind

Quicksand clay and I'm being drawn down

Sucked into the swirl of a thousand years

Muck all full of the bodies of birds

And our hopes are drowning all here, drowning all here

Your eyelids close

It seems as though your heart slows

Don't notice how the mountains turn to dust

The mud I like is the forest kind

Sinking feet into the earth

Barefoot always in a home like this

No pavement to scratch our feet

Grass beneath, grass beneath

When you're in the meadow, you don't have to call my name

I will hear you

Even with my ears closed

But out here in the city

Those buildings all just steal your words

So even though you're screaming

To me it sounds a whisper

Your eyelids close

It seems as though your heart slows

Don't worry dear, we'll be far from here

When the city falls