In the Rows Songtext
von Robert Leslie

In the day you′re muddy
In the rows
Sweating lemonade & April cool
You build to be a builder
In the dark you're smoking
By the lights
Talking nothing, and the question
That you ask to be an asker


When you push the season forward
Make the days spin in your head
How′s it look to you, lil lover?
Tween the living & the dead?

In my cave I'm freezing
Sniffing ginger, sifting cedar in my shoebox
I stew to be a stewer
In the road I'm wheeling
Blinded by the floodlights of the new
I′m gone to be a goner

When I put the season past me
Something′s missing in the blur
Look behind me for my breadcrumbs
Getting pecked at by the birds