Natural death lyrics
by caroline
Natural death
Brought about
By the tiredness
And exhaustion of matter
Exhaustion of matter
On TV
And on the radio
And pasted on the underside
Of my mind
Watch it vanish
On my mind
On my mind
Got back late
Take back everything
Too late
'Cause without it, I'm boiling
Without it, I'm boiling
Meeting the author
When I'm nightwalking
Her arms stretched out to receive me
As I arrive in my car
As I arrive in my car
Actual death, you said
Runs like a narrow stream
That's not leaking, but flooding
It's not leaking, it's flooding
This wind has got back up
And I'm driving my car
Around to your house
Do I really mean it?
Did I ever really mean any of it?
The word for world is forеst
The word for world is forest