The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die - Mount Hum

Nauseated at the beach, we’re watching white birds
Flock around competing at the prizes
We give ‘em a slice of gum
A loaded trunk with everything you left outside in east fairmont
Water bottles feed the kids
You knew that you forgot that you knew
We’re back here somewhere before you learned to read

The music never changed, your heart just quit beating
We held cd’s in our hands, our legs tied to our shoes

Will you spend the next few hours working
While I rest with my head on the floor?
Did you leave the rest to rot in memory?
Did you remember to build a memorial?
Will they see us in the living room
Between the key and your front door?

Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up
Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own
Where the pieces of the pieces go when walls corrode
Where the water spills in waterbeds when we’re alone

(We were ghosts even then, errant sunlight on our skin
Sunlight, sunlight
And we drove out to the bluffs, raced each other through the dust
We’re all gonna die)