Cradle
When I'm by myself
Here alone
Crystal clear
Fresh water falls
Hush and dive
Got a little cradle for my brain
A magic pill to kill the pain
Keep things nice and slow
My shoulders sag can't stand up straight
I need a crutch to bear my weight
I need some time to heal
Buried deep down
Cradle
All the sour seeds I've sewn
Now I weep
Now I see
How they've grown
As gardens grow
In long straight rows
As high as my head
Thick roots below
Every time it rains
It leaves a stain
So green so naive.
Autor(es): James Brogan / Jason Beebout
