laying awake here, for today
wasting away here
I'm just a compost composer
I'm turning everything over
and when I get to you,
you know that you'll be through
'cause it's the way
that I want you to
because it's right
in the grass and in the moss
you're finding everyone you've lost
and when you're coming up to breathe
you'll find that you can never leave
I\m just a compost composer
I'm making everything sound colder
and when I get to you,
you know you'll make it through
'cause it's the way
that I want you to
because it's right