Pulling down phone lines bending weather vanes
Unmaking anything I’ve made
Sitting by your bedside barely awake
Stealing the last thing to my name
Everything I want, everything I own
Lies engraved in my mother’s stone
She was looking for more land to explore
A boat upstream with no oars
I swim along to make amends
Going on and on about my father’s end
Great things come when a man is undone
A wife can’t knit quick enough to keep her son
Under wraps, strings attached, a current growing strong
Under the ocean’s where we belong
I’ve been fetching water for elephants
The days pass but they graze the same
My mother grows weary but stays quite contempt
She’s been digging up her own grave
She had a life in that tiny town
But those days are buried underground
Growing up strong, staying quietly alarmed
Love always loses its charm
Great things come when a man is undone
A wife can’t knit quick enough to keep her son
Under wraps, strings attached, a current growing strong
Under the ocean’s where we belong
You’re trapped on your tiny bottled raft
Kept safe
Trapped on your tiny bottled raft
Kept safe in the world behind the glass
Great things come when a man is undone
A wife can’t knit quick enough to keep their love
In a land where there’s no telling what’s right or wrong
Above the clouds is where we belong
Great things come when a man is undone
A wife can’t knit quick enough to keep her son
Under wraps, strings attached, a current growing strong
Under the ocean’s where we belong

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