The Meadow - Cat Clyde

You were born in a river that was made to take you under

The rocks made jagged just to cut you up

And I can see all the blood you swallow

While you’re sining into bottles

Hoping heaven, hoping heaven will forgive him

If I climb into the meadow

And just laid among the weeds

Maybe I could call him over and

He would talk to me

Im exhausted

In my body but I’m held up

By the scene

I’m passing fields and forests

And the air it smells so clean

I know I must go far away

Straight through the city and then

'Til it’s time to go out far

Into the forest again

If I climb into the meadow

And just laid among the weeds

Maybe I could call him over and

He would talk to me

If I climb into the meadow

And just laid among the weeds

Maybe I could call him over and

He would talk to me

If I climb into the meadow

And just laid among the weeds

Maybe I could call him over and

He would talk to me