Reins - I Am Oak

When the land slides

Makes room for a will to abide

And to talk with feeling

Talk with feeling

I seem to be coughing up a lot

And I am so young

I seem to be picking fights all of the time

And I am so young

Then somewhere in between

The taste of brackish water

And it bears no skin

Bears no skin

I seem to be coughing up blood

And I am so young

I seem to prowling with packs

And I am so young

I seem to be coughing up blood

(oooh, it’s pretty bad)

And I am so young

I seem to be picking fights half the time

(oooh, it’s pretty bad)

And I am so young

It seems to be billowing out like clouds through tears in the earth

And I am so young

I seem to be bellowing aloud and bustling in bursts

And I am so young