I.C.D.K.
Wesley Eisold
I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
just because I stepped on a rake once,
trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower
Oh, you,
Oh, me,
I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
just because I stepped on a rake once,
trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower
I see decay, in the coming days.
I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
just because I stepped on a rake once,
trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower