| After the raining, the shadow of brightness. |
| Under the cedar, where it’s still dry. |
| I can’t talk about small things |
| when there’s something so big. |
| I won’t lean in to listen when I see you with him. |
| Pine needles on the ground are like clothing, |
| hastily removed. |
| Before making love. |
| Steady yourself at morning, |
| it’s a better way than waking up, |
| cauterized by the cold air. |
| It’s wonderful to have no say, to feel this bad. |
| And oh how fun, that we get to be alive, |
| at the same time. |
| And oh how fun, that we get to be alive, |
| at the same time. |
| How we get to be alive |
| (at the same time) |
| How we get to be alive |
| (at the same time) |
| Hollow like dune grass, |
| but holding up hill sides. |
| I’ll be the weak thing that stops your eroding. |
| If you won’t make it easier, I’ll try to behave. |
| I’ll be mean as a hammer, driving a nail. |
| Gonna make like a pine tree, |
| leave my coat on me. |
| For my staying here, |
| between you and the rain. |
| Sorry I can’t lie nearer, |
| I can only fall asleep alone. |
| I like having a whole day, |
| nothing to get done, |
| no-one, to make me worry. |
| And oh how fun, that we get to be alive, |
| at the same time. |
| And oh how fun, that we get to be alive, |
| at the same time. |
| How we get to be alive |
| (at the same time) |
| How we get to be alive |
| (at the same time) |
| How we get to be alive. |