The Acorn Follow

There's a river that parts the valley of this town
Following the road up to your father's farm
Your rosy lungs will empty on the day that you were born
And no one thought you'd make it past the morning

Hold
Hold
Hold
Hold

Your brother said your mother was a firefly
You buried in the earth
Every night the firelight warms the tender bits of skin
Beneath your shirt
The climbing constellations move in semitones
And sit behind the county line in a melody of gravitation

Hold
Hold
Hold
Hold

Calling on the colors of the globe
Sleep amongst the mango trees and poisoned oaks
Flood for every footprint for every mile we forgot
Though your hands were little, we always give [Incomprehensible]

Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath

Sanctity of soil, wandering roots, living oils
Unions underground, sung by super saint
And all around, mountains like diaphragms
Rhythm of a landscape that is breathing

Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath

There's a river that parts the valley of this town
Following the road up to your father's farm
Your rosy lungs will empty on the day that you were born