lay in the soil we'll sink into the earth

roots will grow and cover us in dirt


weeks will pass before they wonder where we are

they'll set out searchings, shovels and sonar



filthy lives of simple bliss

underground - the perfect kiss

pretty hands - dirty lips

it was the winter that I missed



the grass will grow thick over us

after a while they'll forget about us

flowers and earthworms in the spring

dirt in our throats they won't hear us sing



filthy lives of simple bliss

underground - the perfect kiss

pretty hands and dirty lips

it was the winter that I missed



cover me in clovers

tie me up in lace

sift purple powders

illuminating face



the water slips below pits to us ingest

we laugh and breathe and breathe and hold our breath and sleep

back to chest



filthy lives of simple bliss

underground - the perfect kiss

holding hands with dirty lips

it was the winter that I missed

holding hands with dirty lips

it was the winter that I missed

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