Sand

Race through the country The perfect carnivore Pull over and stop to breathe There’s grape jelly on your sleeve (You pick me up) I pull you down (You pick me up) Down to the ground You pick me up I pull you down Down to the ground Make the most of daylight A sun-drenched meadow by the dumpster I came back high and hungover From your flickering light I hope you find your way home I hope you find your way home I hope you find your way home I hope you find your way home To the country The perfect manifested heaven And stop to breathe There’s an aching heart on your sleeve (You pick me up) I pull you down (You pick me up) Down to the ground You pick me up I pull you down Down to the ground Your brain unbuckled: Luxurious And softer than sand