Under the sun
Among the ditches and the vines
While the flies all make meals of our skin
Bycicles and pocket knives lost beneath the trees
Cursing like sailors tasting all the new words
Every empty space is yours, just lay your claim
It holds until we leave

The dirt and trees, the missing teeth, the scrapes across our boney knees
And all the world was ours, we lived like kings
And all our eyes were aimed at the sky
Up at the sky
 [bad word]  full of witches full of thives
And our mother's voices pull us all back home
Shoes that hang from power lines sat beneath our feet
Laughing at our accidents, crashing through the neighbor's yard
Holding down the fort, yeah sleep is for the weak
Close your eyes and pay the price

The dirt and trees, the missing teeth, the scrapes across our boney knees
And all the world was ours, we lived like kings
And all our eyes were aimed at the sky
Up at the sky