Mud hens
It was the year I ate a candle on my birthday
I was looking for a laugh in the worst way
Like a slug in the soil with a headache
I was a child in your bed through an earthquake
New Year's Eve '99 I had O.J.
And my father broke his leg on April fool's day
We were running through the woods
Thinking nothing ever could really change things
I was a child in your bed
In the evening on our walk like we always had
With my tape recorder going in my book bag
And then in secret in my room
A candid balloon
Like a lens to the womb like you've never heard
I was a child in my head in a soundscape
It was the year I finally learned how to stay up on my bike
And I rode up the street all high and mighty
Ain't it funny how our pride
Can keep us alive despite
I was a child in your bed through an earthquake
I didn't know
I didn't know
I didn't know, no no no no
Writer/s: Andrew Gavin Williams
