Lying in the grass
Isn't so pleasant when it's dead
But you press it to your stomach
And you dirty your dress
You reach for a grey shape
At the tip of the world
'till it's drawn on your face
And you forget to crawl
But you aren't just a moment
You're moving all the time
And the sky is still enormous
When there are shadows in your eyes
No one's keeping track
And there's no single path
Your past is out of frame
And the sun is at your back
