O’ To Be In This Land

It's all in me, I've got the echoes you see
Blankets and bees at the top of my knees
At the top of my knees

You disappear with a joke and a tear
Fall down a drain in the shape of your name
You tend to lie, I would only miss my
I would only miss my

It's all in me, I've got the echoes you see
Blankets and bees at the top of my knees
At the top of my knees

I'll still come home to my pillow alone
You once had a dream when you were only eighteen
Shootin' the breeze till the world [?]
Till the world [?]

To be in this land with your footsteps in sand
To be in this land with your footsteps in sand
O' to be in this land with your footsteps in sand
To be in this land with your footsteps in sand