Skin Meadow

Kites and intestines

Tangled in branches

I'm spilling my guts

To the gutless

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow

Skin meadow, skin meadow, whoa!

Stitch the sky to treetops

I talk my stomach in knots

There's no room on the roadside

For any more memorials

Lord, I reject regret

And repent for getting so forgetful

(Skin meadow, skin meadow)

Forgive me for giving

(Skin meadow, skin meadow)

A shit, a shit

(Skin meadow, skin meadow)

Oh, shit

I'm looking

Forward to

Looking back

On this

On this