Reins

Lyrics

When the land slides Makes room for a will to abide And to talk with feeling Talk with feeling I seem to be coughing up a lot And I am so young I seem to be picking fights all of the time And I am so young Then somewhere in between The taste of brackish water And it bears no skin Bears no skin I seem to be coughing up blood And I am so young I seem to prowling with packs And I am so young I seem to be coughing up blood (oooh, it's pretty bad) And I am so young I seem to be picking fights half the time (oooh, it's pretty bad) And I am so young It seems to be billowing out like clouds through tears in the earth And I am so young I seem to be bellowing aloud and bustling in bursts And I am so young