Cat Faces

I think this is more accurate:

My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.

The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Swallows drop in and dash the sky)

My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)

One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes (Cutting cat faces in the pines)

And that's blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right. (Cutting cat faces in the pines)

Cutting cat faces in the pines (Cutting cat faces in the pines)

They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)

The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)

We're wood screws, all of our lives (We're wood screws, all of our lives)

And we're wood screws, all of our lives (We're wood screws, all of our lives)

And the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up (And i lay down with the southern range)

My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. (Swallows drop in and dash the sky)

I picture you as if you were a pine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)

My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. (My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)

We're wood screws, all of our lives. (Cutting cat faces in the pines)

And we're wood screws, all of our lives. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)

Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. (Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)

And I lay down with the southern range. (I lay down with the southern range) x10