Lyrics
Maybe the years have been broken?
Look back without much emotion
What if I am just like you?
Colorful, lively and foolish
Maybe I like fermentation?
Fill up the jars in the basement
All that you see is true
But is it bringing me back to the roots?
Go carry out mother's old loom
Make blankets alone in your room
Call back the girl from the store
She'll shake you to the core
Let the rivers control
Michael's grave turns to mold
Lately I'm here with you
Like a fool with his gun
Maybe we shouldn't deceive?
Just run naked out and be free
Can't say I have much to lose
We grow small roots