"Sand" lyrics - KRISTIN HERSH

Race through the country
The perfect carnivore
Pull over and stop to breathe
There's grape jelly on your sleeve

(You pick me up)
I pull you down
(You pick me up)
Down to the ground

You pick me up
I pull you down
Down to the ground

Make the most of daylight
A sun-drenched meadow by the dumpster
I came back high and hungover
From your flickering light

I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home

To the country
The perfect manifested heaven
And stop to breathe
There's an aching heart on your sleeve

(You pick me up)
I pull you down
(You pick me up)
Down to the ground

You pick me up
I pull you down
Down to the ground

Your brain unbuckled
Luxurious and softer than sand