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chef sol - over our graves lyrics

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[verse]
hey sweet darling, why don’t we drive out
past the freeway on the edge of town
i heard about some big h+rned sheep
and a spot just up the pass where we can watch them eat

we’ll walk by the old mining gear
rusted sheets of iron that the men left here
a hundred summers might be time enough
to smooth the jagged outlines jutting from the bluff

[chorus]
someday the scythes will cease to cut the lawns
the chorus of insects will sing, oh
humans arе fleeting and once we are gonе
the grasses will cover beijing

[verse]
hey sweet darling, why don’t we drive west
past the fields to where the air smells best
pitch a tent and watch the sky fill in
stars are fixed above, while down below we spin

we’ll walk by the old hunter’s shack
sign on the front warns that it’s b00by trapped
windows are gone now and the roof caved in
broken bottles clink in time with the whistling wind
[chorus]
someday we’ll open our last sauvignon
no need to keep track of the cork, no
all feasts must finish and it won’t be long
til ivy will swallow new york

[verse]
hey sweet darling, won’t you take me down
to where the falls drown out all other sound
we can sit and squint against the spray
see the rainbow form if it’s a sunny day

we’ll walk by the old wagon bridge
said they’d rebuild it but they never did
now it’s just a place some pillars stand
useful only for the beaver’s dam

[chorus]
someday we’ll bury the curse that we learned
from eden we’ve spread with our sin, though
we need only wait and we’ll all be returned
the woods will recapture berlin

[verse]
hey sweet darling, won’t you hold me tight
wherever we happen to lay us down tonight
together we’ve seen wondrous lands
the tundra and the jungle and the desert sands
we’ll walk until we can’t no more
reach our limit or the ocean shore
past so many things that once had names
now fallen back under nature’s domain

[chorus]
but don’t live in fear, my sweet darling, my dear
lift up your chin and be brave, oh
all things must die and and our era will end
the forests will grow over our graves
yes, the forests will grow over our graves

- chef sol lyrics

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