The sky is closer here

It's like the stars let themselves

Fall just to gaze into

Your eyes and fish your

Guts and look for the truth

You denied sayin' that you'll leave

White soil soiling your hands

White soil soiling your face

And in the dust you swim

And you become a fish again

And you've always inhabited those seabeds

Oh clay tell me why

Oh clay tell me why

Why do I feel

Why do I feel like

I am carrying the weight of the world