Maybe I Like Fermentation

Maybe the years have been broken? Look back without much emotion What if I am just like you? Colorful, lively and foolish Maybe I like fermentation? Fill up the jars in the basement All that you see is true But is it bringing me back to the roots? Go carry out mother's old loom Make blankets alone in your room Call back the girl from the store She'll shake you to the core Let the rivers control Michael's grave turns to mold Lately I'm here with you Like a fool with his gun Maybe we shouldn't deceive? Just run naked out and be free Can't say I have much to lose We grow small roots