My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes
You blame 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 pictures of him
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust
I picture you as if you were a pine
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive
We're wood screws, all of our lives
And we're wood screws, all of our lives
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive
I lay down with the southern range
Swallows drop in and dash the sky,
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon
Cutting cat faces in the pines
Mark the path back to the point of departure
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down,
And i lay down with the southern range