The grass is cold and damp

THE GRASS IS COLD AND DAMP (E A D G B E, capo 2)

Beneath my feet. Green and blue. The grass is cold and damp.

The trees are dancing like they know something I don’t. The birds are singing as they fly away.

 

Beneath my heart. A hope returns. The sun is warm but it burns.

Everything is screaming: Look at me! I just want to not look at anything.

 

Like a dream, it came in through the night. And slipped away just before morning.

Where I can and wherever it happens to be. I will only step beneath my feet.

 

Beneath this song. A world unfurls.

And everything is glowing. Everyone is here. The grass is soft and cold and damp.