thetreesweremistaken:

Did you give it away? 

Did you give it away, for free? 

Don’t you give it away, let’s try to keep it in the family.

I know you know desolation 

coming home with your pockets full of sand 

I know it’s no vacation 

now you plowing your tiny patch of land 

in the nation of the argument 

Did you give it away? 

Did you give it away, for free? 

What would you have us pay 

I didn’t know that your love was commodity 

What about appreciation?

That depends on your depth and density.

What about inflation?

Charts and graphs don’t mean nothing to me 

in your nation with it’s worthless currency 

Give it away, give it away for free

won’t you give it away to me

Would you hide in the hay?

Would you hide in the hay, with me? 

If you hide in hay 

Where it’s dark and you can scarcely breathe or see

Or should asphyxiation 

where the foxes and field mice make their dens

Death by association, I swore I’d never take anyone there again

to this nation

this nation under your command