Sitting
Sitting
Sitting
Sitting
Sitting, yeah
Sitting, yeah

Sitting in a field with fingers in the earth
Artificial turf should cover everything

You, you and me uncover
The real world so green and evenly

Artificial hurts and manufactured words
Holding down your face until you let go first

You, you and me uncover
The real world alone eventually

The filthy sun shines down upon
To make it all dull earth spring
Not anything will grow back in
Will break in where grass grew once

Roll back the carpeting

Not anything can grow
Where grass can grow
Where grass can grow

You, you and me uncover
The real world imperfect and ugly