Sometimes we need to sit in the grass
Relax our minds and let the time pass
Each blade has thoughts it could tell us
But sometimes they wont because theyre jealous
Let our minds separate from our flesh
We dont need them anyway
Relax a little and just take a rest
We have nothing to do today
Roots sprout from our thighs
Sitting Indian style
Weve been here oh so long
Weve been here quite a while
Shake the seeds out of our hair
Where they land little wes grow everywhere
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
