we're old enough to sow this land
and do our daily tasks
we grow and guide a perfect plan
and perform the noblest acts
but we're too young to understand
that phases don’t make facts
we’re in the belly of a romance
barely holding onto our shit
we’re well grounded
and we’re not afraid to read our books
or fool ourselves with fun
we ought to risk a closer look
see how the string was strung….
but the soil is strong
and if we inspect what we cook
we’ll eat what we dig up!
we’re in the belly of a romance
barely holding onto our shit
we may disobey
what our guts say
but we’re alone
and purely emotional
and we don’t have a fucking clue
and neither do you