Soil from Tallhome by The Lost And Found Theatre

(Hey Richard? Yeah? Close Your Eyes.)

Let Out All Those Tears.
They’ve been in your eyes for years.
Tell Them All Of Your fears,
Then Let’s get out of here!
Rest My Head On Something Soft
In My Own Private Loft.
People Looked As I Coughed,
Choking on a hayloft.

It’s Okay not to be fine.
It’s Okay to be out of line!

We’ll Return To The Soil.
A Prophecy so Royal.
We’ll Be Food For The Worms
Such Innocent Terms.

Just Gotta Clean The Dirt
From My Ugly White Shirt.

Think of all your dreams
Falling apart at the seams.
Let them hear your voice,
The bully’s and the boys.
Through the train I will walk
Too scared to ever talk
Creatures hunting for my eyes
Beautiful magpies.

It’s Okay not to be fine.
It’s Okay to be out of line!

We’ll Return To The Soil.
A Prophecy so Royal.
We’ll Be Food For The Worms
Such Innocent Terms.

Just Gotta Clean The Dirt
From My Ugly White Shirt.
(Just gotta, Just gotta)
From My Ugly White Shirt.
(Just gotta, Just gotta)

(You ever look up at the clouds?)

We’ll Return To The Soil.
A Prophecy so Royal.
We’ll Be Food For The Worms
Such Innocent Terms.

• Alternative
• Lost But Found
• bedroom pop
• fuzz
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Canada