Mugwort

Everyday i try to fill up empty cups It's demanding, it's so fucked up I don't even wanna know about the fundamentals Of how it goes I got the cosmos, up above and the Soil beneath me With love on repeat, it's you and me Everyone knows better That the sun really doesn't go What is this? Could this be It seems so parallel Perhaps in your frequency After the tunnel Everyone would know That the sun really doesn't go I'll hold it like the feeling you get when When you dig your feet into the sand I would let it take you away, while While we hallucinate While we dream Everyone would know That the sun really doesn't go Everyday i try to fill up empty cups It's demanding, it's so fucked up --- Mugwort - Slowdough