where the water hits the sand on a lethal piece of land, there are boys with angry fingers searching for gold in the laps of ladies; red with their fathers eyes. and so the rocks beg skyward, growing old.

now we're fucking in the clay. break your wrists for me so you know that this is how we'll be: twisting under a god we've never seen.

we'd carve our names into a tree but young love is not romantic; and when my hands are frantic and the flesh is beating i see the world around spewing chance into its branches.

the land is breathing, there are diamonds in the mine, the trees are seeding, we are sublime.

(nowhere) the land is breathing.
(nowhere) there are diamonds in the
(nowhere) the trees are seeding.
(nowhere) we are sublime.

Lyrics submitted by waronselfesteem

Teenagers song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top