Zach Hill - Astrological Straits lyrics

rate me

When they got back they could breathe underwater

From racing the black cat and letting it win

They summoned the moon from the sky into the apartment

And frequented tunnels that don't have an end

How low can this really know?

How slow can this all go?

How fast can the grass grow?

How far out did you wanna go?

It cut my throat on the curve of the earth

Took me apart, see how it works

Out in the era with eyes in the back of its head

Back on the ground, can't remember what they said

How low will this really know?

How slow can this go?

And how fast can the grass grow?

How far out did you wanna go?

Past your league, that force is free

And the tropic of shakes can erase the state

Your style has no tomorrow

Astrological straits changing your pace

I can get lost and get found

Fall in the woods, no one's around

I don't make a sound

If i get lost i get found

Except for in town

People get lost and get found

Fall on the street, make a big sound

Everyone's around

People get lost and get found

They don't make a sound

We could get lost and get found

Fall in the woods, don't make a sound

No one's around

If we get lost we'll get found

No one's around

Thinking

Thinking

You're thinking it through while living through you

Living

What are you thinking?

Senses

So out of bounds, your head hits the ground

Rolling

Senses

Stonewashed

So lost

Talk to myself and bite off my nails

Breathe, breathe, breathe

Breathe deep

When they came back they could breathe underwater

From racing the black cat and letting it win

When they came back they could breathe underwater

I can get lost and get found

I can get lost and get found

Fall in the woods, not make a sound

I can get lost and get found

If i get lost i get found

How low does this really know?

How slow can it go?

How fast can the grass show?

How far out did you go?

How low can this really know?

How slow can this really go?

Cutting your teeth on the curve of the earth

Cut you apart, for what it's worth

Out in the era with eyes in the back of it's head

Back on the ground, hold you to everything you've said

It cut my throat on the curve of the earth

Took me apart, see what it's worth

Out in the era with eyes in the back of it's head

Back on the ground, can't remember what they've said

Back on the ground, can't remember what they've said

How low can this really know?

How slow can it all go?

How fast can the past show?

Where did everyone go?