DREAMS ABOUT THE BADLANDS

Breaking bread like ecstasy

Seeing more than you should see

Saying no to everything that they have preached

Licking wounds after the grief

Lay it open or be derailed

Open windows and telltales

 

No regrets and be spared

Everything that’s broken doesn’t always need to be repaired

Look at them fractures and sing about their pains

Look at them fractured sing or refrain

 

You always had an ounce of love

Even in the loonier days

Even it in even it out

Dream about the badlands

Before the last breath slips away