Lost Mary
Circa 40
3:56Why can't you care in a way That doesn't Bring me down Im sick and wary of aid Every time A trojan horse When I plea For one more breath I am told There's no air left Unconditional Gets under my skin Im silent in your gaze The hope in your voice Your hollow smile And all they held decay You and the land are as one Prairie dogs bursting through mud Why can't you care in a way That doesn't bring me down I'm sick and weary of aid God bless The puget sound Will Our tounges wither too (Come home) And will we go mute (Come home) Will our tounges wither too (Come home) And will we go mute (Come home)