Crawl out of the wood
Blow your friends a kiss
Grab me by the hand and run with me to the grass over there
Where it’s so tall that no one will find us
like a shitty game of hide and seek
behind the moss and the mourning that pours
from the ground
i'll paint you on the trees, only in the good colors
while you draw a map with a stick on the floor of our new home
in the hill

and the moon changes its shape,
and the grass bears the wind
and the frogs decorate the swamp
all of its so wild
all of its so steady