Cicada Days - Live at Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA Will Wood

[Spoken]
(Hello everyone)

[Verse 1]
The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk
And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts
Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

[Pre-Chorus]
And God knows crying ain't gonna change a thing
She said “take care,” but I take more than I bring

[Chorus]
She said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much."
’Causе when you leave you know you takе more than your love
Just one week of cicada days, we're losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much

[Verse 2]
Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars
That were all glow-in-the-dark, hanging over queen-sized
Purple waves of ancient chemicals just whisper
And did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well, the ground looks soft enough to bury this now
Oh, please, oh no!