Sometimes I wish I was a seed living in the dirt
When I take for granted what I love my stomach turns it
Turns it, turns it, turns it, turns it
Turns it, turns it, turns it, turns it
Take me back
Back to where this started
Holy land
Find a way back down to the seeds
Sometimes I wake up and light my candles
Breathe in deep
When I leave my body, I look down and see my feet
