This will stay with you for a while now
I'm fascinated with the past and what it's done to you
You can call me sentimental if you wanted to
And you can call me nieve as I look for truth
When you were seven and the bees they had it out for you
The air smelled nothing like the city you'd eventually move to
Now what convinced you that you were so deserving
When you though god was punishing you?
The quiet desperation of your mother in her hearts chamber
The simmering, foreclosed exhaustion of your father with his eyes on the weather
And if you could forgive yourself as quickly
The world is spinning on a point of soft earth!
You can dirty your hands burying a broken heart or so I've heard
And if you could stay here my baby
We could use you as a sundial and maybe
If we collected collective memories
Bestow your tribal powers on our budding family