Letras: Zach Hill. Astrological Straits.

When they got back they could breathe underwater
From racing the black cat and letting it win
They summoned the moon from the sky into the apartment
And frequented tunnels that don't have an end

How low can this really know?
How slow can this all go?
How fast can the grass grow?
How far out did you wanna go?

It cut my throat on the curve of the earth
Took me apart, see how it works
Out in the era with eyes in the back of its head
Back on the ground, can't remember what they said

How low will this really know?
How slow can this go?
And how fast can the grass grow?
How far out did you wanna go?

Past your league, that force is free
And the tropic of shakes can erase the state
Your style has no tomorrow
Astrological straits changing your pace

I can get lost and get found
Fall in the woods, no one's around
I don't make a sound
If i get lost i get found
Except for in town

People get lost and get found
Fall on the street, make a big sound
Everyone's around
People get lost and get found
They don't make a sound

We could get lost and get found
Fall in the woods, don't make a sound
No one's around
If we get lost we'll get found
No one's around

Thinking
Thinking
You're thinking it through while living through you
Living
What are you thinking?
Senses
So out of bounds, your head hits the ground
Rolling
Senses
Stonewashed
So lost
Talk to myself and bite off my nails

Breathe, breathe, breathe
Breathe deep

When they came back they could breathe underwater
From racing the black cat and letting it win
When they came back they could breathe underwater

I can get lost and get found
I can get lost and get found
Fall in the woods, not make a sound
I can get lost and get found
If i get lost i get found

How low does this really know?
How slow can it go?
How fast can the grass show?
How far out did you go?
How low can this really know?
How slow can this really go?

Cutting your teeth on the curve of the earth
Cut you apart, for what it's worth
Out in the era with eyes in the back of it's head
Back on the ground, hold you to everything you've said
It cut my throat on the curve of the earth
Took me apart, see what it's worth
Out in the era with eyes in the back of it's head
Back on the ground, can't remember what they've said
Back on the ground, can't remember what they've said

How low can this really know?
How slow can it all go?
How fast can the past show?
Where did everyone go?