Sitting on a rocking chair (by night)
Well below the strain of light
A simple game of hide and seek (I might)
Feels good if you play it right
Send a jar of country air (she spoke)
Differentiate a joke
Travel through the candle light and cavern walls
Wave a stick of thick smoke pouring curious scent
Moonlight flares out from behind the clouds
Seems so large looming over the horizon; open your eyes; see for yourself
Can she hear the nimbus clouds (hang high)
She has never reached the sky
She is happy underground (it’s true)
Laughs about the things she knew
Travel through the candle light and cavern walls
Wave a stick of thick smoke pouring curious scent
Moonlight flares out from behind the clouds
Seems so large looming over the horizon; open your eyes; see for yourself….
…In full; A break in anonymity
Under the soil, it’s getting hard to breath
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Lyrics submitted by Cab.