I’ll marvel and I’ll dread how you’re not alive
Though your prehistory has dimension

Your jealously will dry these plains
Pull up your roots like rotten teeth I’ll follow you so long
Then maybe I’ll be something more
I’ll follow you so long
Then maybe I’ll be something more I know I am lost

From the lacerations between the earth
I’ll take in the last of your water
And when not a drop is left
I will fall into your bed of arms and die without division

I’ll follow you so long
Then maybe I’ll be something more
I know I am lost
These dreams are reoccurring
I know I am lost
(I am lost)

In reverie of your sentiment you drew me out
I was hoping that you’d follow suit until the day that I cease to exist
Until the day I cease to exist

Until the day that I cease to exist
Though your prehistory has dimension

I’ll marvel and I’ll dread how you’re not alive
Though your prehistory has dimension

I’ll follow you so long, then maybe I’ll be something more I know I am lost
These dreams are recurring, I know I am lost
(I am lost)