I think we got in their head*
When we pinned ourselves to the earth
When you said, “We’re lonely enough to be dead
Even to be born”
I was like, “I like dark
But that was, like, too dark
Let’s stay on top of the world
And not pin ourselves to the earth
Yeah”
Those who mourn are blessed
Those who mourn can love
And make music of their language
Just to hear the sound again
I think we got in their heads
When we pinned ourselves to the earth
When you said, “We’re lonely enough to be dead
And even to be born”
Even to be born