Sunday Postman - EARTH
The train is coming in, anticipation in the windI am singing to anyone listening, I'm listening...
I'm looking up to the sky, hand full of sand in my pocket
I can't fully describe
Except to say, that it varied, as it carried me
As far as I can see, the sand granules are very fine
They are not mine
They are not my own
World was on fire, people were perspiring
Put my fears up for hire, recollecting
Thoughts with a grain of salt, pages through the ages to survey
Land I walked on, I walk on...
Dust we come, dust we go
I'll return to the Earth, this I know
This is not mine
This is not my own
Allergies in season, lungs having trouble breathing
Grey matter sinking in to
No idealization, mistaken identity forgiven
Why so sure, that death will endure?
Let's die together, alone, together
Get my belongings together, get all my shit together
Now and forever more, together is home
Alone, together is...
This is not my mine
This is not my own
Will you hold my hand as I go?
Written by:
Ben Martin
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