Meadow Fiction (3:45)

Have we ever lived at all?

Very nice
I just can’t say the words
That push against my teeth and plague
But I know and you know
Because it’s not too hard to see the things
That make us wonder if we’ve ever lived at all
As you rest your hands on my sleeping head
And fall back in song

Why let modesty
Convince you from the truth
Under wet wet song
And I know that you know
Because it’s not too hard to see the things
That make us wonder
Who we live our short lives for
So we silently hide in our mutable heads
And our green imagination

We lie
In the
Meadow fiction
We lie
In the meadow fiction

Have we ever lived at all?
Have we ever lived at…