Jenny Owen Youngs over the bow

Five years from now I can’t say that I’ll be around
Cause you are so sweet, but other things call to me
They sing “Oh, forget where you come from
And lose yourself over the bow
And worms that crawl around in your skull
Won’t get the best of you now – oh no
They won’t get the best of you now”
You’ve dreamed so long of a girl who would swallow your tongue
Now deep, dark, and true, the silence she waits for you
And sings “Oh, forget where you come from
And lose yourself over the bow
And worms that crawl around in your skull
Won’t get the best of you now – oh no
They won’t get the best of you now”
Hand over hand my friend
You’re holding up everything
On shoulders like splintered pine
Narrow and fine
Oh so narrow and fine
Water like porcelain
To mirror your see-through skin
Bones that the waves lick clean
It’s nothing you’ve seen
No it’s nothing you’ve seen
Hand over hand my son
You’re holding up everyone
Can’t be the thing you’re for
There has to be more