Kevin Devine - Cotton Crush lyrics

The bricks get laid, and they get torn up, and laid again, but the bricks always get torn up again. Your friends won't wait, so don't believe that sh**, when they say they'll wait. Trust me; your friends will not wait for you. Then you'll be stoned in some park, just nodding your head and pinching your arms, when a girl walks along. She's humming your song, with your t-shirt on. That's when you're done, Oh, that's when you're done... There's a cotton crush down in the southern states. But back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space to waste, waste, waste. There's a microphone picking every word up and it shuts itself off when it's sure that's its heard enough..... The quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones, but maybe it should. Maybe we need to be hollowed to get up and grow, and stop f**ing around, to kick off our braces and start straightening out. Let's sift through the static to find a simpler sound Let's sift through the static to find a simpler sound... simpler sound than the sh** that's clouding our heads now