Fundamental Ground

I've been in this room for way too long

An amateur paint job

And a worn out rug

Hand-me-down lighting and a couple of drugs

I can't complain

There's food on my table

And there's wine in the drain

Looking for the fundamental ground

The fundamental ground

Looking for the fundamental ground

The fundamental ground

You hang on to things that are passing through

A woman in labor

Or a friend that's dead

A stupid decision

Or some bullshit you said

But you can't complain

If you don't react

To pleasure and pain

To fiction and fact

Looking for the fundamental ground

The fundamental ground