You're standing on the ground.
You're standing on the ground.
You're standing on the ground.
The Ground. Teeth Ground.
You finally hear the sound.
Your stomach makes a sound.
Surround. Pink Clound.
You're standing on the ground.
The light will knock you down.
Lighthouse. Scraping Continents.
You still breath in and out.
You're sprawled across the groind.
Heaped in a mound. Waves Pound.
Writer/s: The Microphones
