[Verse]:
"Howdy, Lem," my grandpa said with his eyes closed
Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
А life before doubt.
[Chorus]:
I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending
Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor
[Verse 2]:
Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
To the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
Beside a stream.
[Chorus]:
Under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets
And let them go one by one all day in a brand new place
[Break]:x2
[Chorus]:
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses
And she was no ordinary girl Oh, Inverted World
If every moment of our lives were cradled softly
In the hands of a strange and gentle child
I'd not roll my eyes
So.
[Outro]: