It doesnโt matter though, does it?
It starts off slow, though you canโt keep up
Feel your feet sink to the ground
It wants you here, and it wonโt let go
Pull you deeper and deeper until you canโt be found
Where do I want to be?
Either way, youโll be there with me
I donโt think that I could see
Oh, the seeds are growing inside
They want to be free
Mm-mm, mm-mm
If I crawl out, it leaves you hollow
I carry nothing, but the breath I borrow
Let it hurt, it wonโt end until you say it should
(Itโs never up to me, silly)
Pluck my eyes, cut my hair
Break my teeth until itโs fair
Let it bleed, let it dry
Let it be (let it be)
It wonโt get easier if thatโs what I think
Slow as the gravel rumble beneath the leathers
Tearing what it could cling to
Scatter, scatter they
They do
