the white moss stairs in the midnight wood
make a favourite stoop for the black rabbits
we spill our seeds on the mica pavement.
so the mighty sequioa screams out branches
one hundred years from now.
they will save us from falling comets
we will hang our heads in shame
with a baritone earth-hum.

you are the rabbit stuck in the hole
i am a wolf and i am running to you
you are the acid in the sunrise
i am the birch tree falling apart.

i smoke like a barrel when i shot you up
full of bite and absolutely no fucking bark

Lyrics submitted by dental_cannons

Moss ( The Rabbit Song ) song meanings
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