When they got back they could breathe underwaternFrom racing the black cat and letting it winnThey summoned the moon from the sky into the apartmentnAnd frequented tunnels that don't have an endnnHow low can this really know?nHow slow can this all go?nHow fast can the grass grow?nHow far out did you wanna go?nnIt cut my throat on the curve of the earthnTook me apart, see how it worksnOut in the era with eyes in the back of its headnBack on the ground, can't remember what they saidnnHow low will this really know?nHow slow can this go?nAnd how fast can the grass grow?nHow far out did you wanna go?nnPast your league, that force is freenAnd the tropic of shakes can erase the statenYour style has no tomorrownAstrological straits changing your pacennI can get lost and get foundnFall in the woods, no one's aroundnI don't make a soundnIf i get lost i get foundnExcept for in townnnPeople get lost and get foundnFall on the street, make a big soundnEveryone's aroundnPeople get lost and get foundnThey don't make a soundnnWe could get lost and get foundnFall in the woods, don't make a soundnNo one's aroundnIf we get lost we'll get foundnNo one's aroundnnThinkingnThinkingnYou're thinking it through while living through younLivingnWhat are you thinking?nSensesnSo out of bounds, your head hits the groundnRollingnSensesnStonewashednSo lostnTalk to myself and bite off my nailsnnBreathe, breathe, breathenBreathe deepnnWhen they came back they could breathe underwaternFrom racing the black cat and letting it winnWhen they came back they could breathe underwaternnI can get lost and get foundnI can get lost and get foundnFall in the woods, not make a soundnI can get lost and get foundnIf i get lost i get foundnnHow low does this really know?nHow slow can it go?nHow fast can the grass show?nHow far out did you go?nHow low can this really know?nHow slow can this really go?nnCutting your teeth on the curve of the earthnCut you apart, for what it's worthnOut in the era with eyes in the back of it's headnBack on the ground, hold you to everything you've saidnIt cut my throat on the curve of the earthnTook me apart, see what it's worthnOut in the era with eyes in the back of it's headnBack on the ground, can't remember what they've saidnBack on the ground, can't remember what they've saidnnHow low can this really know?nHow slow can it all go?nHow fast can the past show?nWhere did everyone go?