Out Of Grass Lyrics

Where once were four plates

And the interruptions of impatient tongues

You're too big now for a fair fight

Still, we make mud out of grass

So, it's alright

So, we hold on to what's too brittle to touch

The crumbs in our sweaty hands' clutch

Time will slowly loosen their grip

Until we're only hanging on by our fingertips

Rang you from your sleep

Arose from your dreams to affectionate tugs

Still, you peek through the door to say good night

And we keep making mud out of grass

So, everything's alright

Where once sat four

And a pile of six hearts in the middle

Now it is too cold outside

But still, we make mud out of grass

So, it's all right

So, we hold on to what's too brittle to touch

The crumbs in our sweaty hands' clutch

Time will slowly loosen their grip

Until we're only hanging on by our fingertips

But when I will

See you there on the other side of the street

I will come running over

But when I will

See you there on the other side of the street

I will come running over