lay in the soil we'll sink into the earth
roots will grow and cover us in dirt
weeks will pass before they wonder where we are
they'll set out searchings, shovels and sonar

filthy lives of simple bliss
underground - the perfect kiss
pretty hands - dirty lips
it was the winter that I missed

the grass will grow thick over us
after a while they'll forget about us
flowers and earthworms in the spring
dirt in our throats they won't hear us sing

filthy lives of simple bliss
underground - the perfect kiss
pretty hands and dirty lips
it was the winter that I missed

cover me in clovers
tie me up in lace
sift purple powders
illuminating face

the water slips below pits to us ingest
we laugh and breathe and breathe and hold our breath and sleep
back to chest

filthy lives of simple bliss
underground - the perfect kiss
holding hands with dirty lips
it was the winter that I missed
holding hands with dirty lips
it was the winter that I missed