The Meadow

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