Soil Lyrics

It was salient, the holy lamb

The shepherd's fragile hand points towards him as he starts to walk away again

I'm your old friend, the only one who ever gave a damn

And there I walk, avoid the tread, I refuse to float until the very end

Holding you close to the Earth

Pushing you down on the turf

Pulling you down

Here it comes again, that frightening feeling that you're near the end

And almost burnt the wooden bridge in vain before the planks begun to bend

You're my best of friends, we stand together in the summer stench

And dream about who we'll become and who we'll be before our time has spent

You were shot to death, I hope you didn't cry

And that the stupid mother fucker who pulled the trigger rots until he dies

What a waste of life, a supple bird that never got to fly

And find its own way in the world, and nest itself inside the many pines

Pressing you into the dirt

Keeping you close to the Earth

Pushing you down on the turf

Keeping you down to soil's worth