Lyrics

I was walking back Trying to find something I lost running in the tall grass Like a needle in a stack A tourist trap Somewhere far off the beaten path Using a memory as a map back there Ah, you could feel the heat Of a thousand breaths A thousand tiny cries rising up begging for mercy sweet Though I'd been gentle in my step To the bugs below, I was a giant I meant certain death The unplanned violence of a quest laid bare Oh, you could see the steam Just up ahead and it must have been It must have been from something that's boiling beneath And you could march up to the spring When the fog is thick, you take a dip, no-one will see a thing Split the bill, you keep the change