≈ In the Pinewaves ≈

Lyrics

These rocks absolutely must become jewels by First light tomorrow When I do the dishes Somewhere, arguing Rehearsing, fixing everyone Turning up slate slabs for signs I'm heard I put it down The oscillation I hear it tones muscles Bullshit I'm owed strength now I just won't work Just make me face it In the pinewaves I'm not paying for a mantra What's stopping it from landing?