My hearts stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.

The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Swallows drop in and dice the sky)

My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)

One more thing for you and I to do before (Cuttin' cat faces in the pine)

We shut our eyes, and that's blame (Cuttin' cat faces in the pine)

Me and I'll blame you, and we're both right.

Cuttin cat faces in the pines

They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)

The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (2 by 2 and 4 by 4, the pines, they lay down)

We're wood screws, all of our lives

Yeah, we're wood screws, all of our lives

The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Well I laid down with the southern rage)

My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. (Swallows drop in and dice the sky)

I picture you as if you were a pine (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)

My hearts stopped pumping but my blood is still alive

We're wood screws, all of our lives (Cuttin' cat faces in the pines)

Yeah, We're wood screws, all of our lives (Mark the path back to the point of departure)

Well my heart stopped pumping but my blood is still alive (2 by 2 and 4 by 4 the pines, they lay down)

And I lay down with the southern range

I lay down with the southern range