Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson Follow

Get up get well
Leave me here in hell
There are things I remember that I cannot forget
And I haven't met them yet
If we all took to the streets
With our tongues tied tight teeth
Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand
Both mouths bled behind hands

When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Songs that you ain't sung

Get up get well
Tonight before me here in hell
I am happily humming a song that's been coming
And I can't begin to tell
I knew just what to do
Oh even though you asked me to
You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand
You should better understand

When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Songs that you ain't sung

Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why

I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright...
I think you'll be alright

Said I've been living round here too long
Till you told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions
I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why