Storm - Young Jesus

Back in ninety-five

Mom and dad were screaming

And you were leaving

Out the back door of your mind

You said you’re reading signs

You ask «what kind of dreaming

Leads you down rabbit holes

Where rabbits die?»

So then we made a pact

You taught me mathematics

And it was my job

Just to make you laugh

To tie some

Strings around our

Hands and every little

Landscape breaks apart

(Instrumental)

Ten years later

At the Holiday Inn breakfast

I started crying

Oh man I was surprised

I called and said «I'm sick»

I said «this is it

I inherited something

I can’t deny.»

You said «maybe you did

You gotta deal with it»

You will lean on me

When you’re losing sleep

I’ll lean on you

When I have those dreams

That every little

Landscape breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Breaks apart

Yeah some things they come together

Yeah some things don’t always get so dark

Yeah some things they come together

Is there a way to fix up the ground

Make it come together

Make some things never get so dark

Yeah some things they come together

Is there a way to fix up the ground

To the way it was

To write Eloise

In the dust

To be everything

All at once

To be everything

To everyone

Well I don’t quite want

To make it work

In every doctor

There’s an urge to hurt

In every glass of water

There’s a speck of dirt

In every cobweb

Something lies inert

Well I don’t quite want

To make it work

Well I don’t quite want

To make it work

Well I don’t quite want

To make it work

Well I don’t quite want

To make it work

So here I am now

In this dirty shirt

I’m cooking dinner

In this dirty shirt

Thinking «is this existence

In this dirty shirt?»

Yeah is this existing

I’m gonna make it work