Sitting
Sitting
Sitting
Sitting
Sitting, yeah
Sitting, yeah
Sitting in a field with fingers in the earth
Artificial turf should cover everything
You, you and me uncover
The real world so green and evenly
Artificial hurts and manufactured words
Holding down your face until you let go first
You, you and me uncover
The real world alone eventually
The filthy sun shines down upon
To make it all dull earth spring
Not anything will grow back in
Will break in where grass grew once
Roll back the carpeting
Not anything can grow
Where grass can grow
Where grass can grow
You, you and me uncover
The real world imperfect and ugly
