There's dust on my goals
I'm draggin' mud
I want the same hair of the dog that bit me
You laughed at expense
You're thrilled when falling down
The pull of this world
Is not too much on you
Because of it all, you called, I wasn't home
But the smell of your basement is here
Our love is still gold
Our love [bad word] on strong
It's found us some good dirt
To grow tall
Tall
Tall
Tall
Tall
Tall
Tall