[Intro]



[Verse]

The greener gr

ass grows wher

e the wildfire

s fertilize,
             
With ashes of 

              
sparrows, pepp

              
ered moths, an

              
d butterflies.

            
 Ghosts of tre

        
es and termite

s
          
Bloom in the b

eanstalk.


And if you get

 lightheaded w

hen standing t

oo fast, is it

 from
             
Shaking out th

              
e weight of ph

              
osphenes and p

            
ast salt depos

              
its, on warm l

        
ittle rivers,
              
That burst fro

       
m our words


[Pre-chorus]
             
And god knows 

             
crying ain't g

              
onna change a 

  
thing.
             
She said "take

              
 care" but I t

             
ake more than 

        
I bring.


[Chorus]
              
She said, "It 

             
just feels inh

              
umane to lose 

       
this much.
              
'Cause when yo

            
u leave you kn

             
ow you take mo

              
re than your l

   
ove."
              
Just one week 

             
of cicada days

              
, we're losing

  
 touch.
              
And I know it 

            
just feels inh

             
umane to lose 

      
this much.

 


[Verse]

Our nerves wer

e braided unde

r ceiling star

s, that were a

ll

Glow in the da

rk, hanging ov

er queen-sized
            
Purple waves o

             
f ancient chem

              
icals. Just wh

         
isper.



Did you ever b

uild with thos

e endangered b

ones? Well the
           
ground looks s

              
oft enough to 

            
bury this now.

   
 Ohhhh,
           
Please, oh no.


[Pre-chorus]
              
And then my sp

             
onsor said "Do

             
 nothing. Noth

     
ing works."
             
And then my do

              
ctor said "Don

             
't do that if 

             
it hurts."


[Chorus]
              
She said, "It 

             
just feels inh

              
umane to lose 

       
this much.
              
'Cause when yo

            
u leave you kn

             
ow you take mo

              
re than your l

 
ove."
             
The seasons of

              
 cicada days w

             
e can’t make u

p
              
And I know it 

            
just feels inh

             
umane to lose 

        
this much.


[Bridge]
             
Let all my red

              
 flags fade to

             
 white, yeah, 

       
I give up.
              
Don't let me l

             
eave, I'll onl

             
y take more th

     
an I gave. Oka

y, I'll pack m

y stuff.
             
Here at the en

             
d of days, my 

            
god, what have

 I done?
              
Christ, now it

            
 feels damn in

             
humane to get 

              
all I've dream

           
ed of. Woahhhh

 
!


[Outro]

Keep coming ba

ck, it works i

f you work it

So work it, yo

u're worth it,

 it won't if y

ou don't
            
One day at a t

             
ime, tomorrow'

             
s too late, am

en.