Tomorrow’s Grave
Carrie Brownstein / Corin Tucker
The scent of the wind it is filled with our sins
And the ashes of promises never fulfilled
Before the night I saw the setting Sun
One lullaby for for all we should have done
As the earth went dry my heart was filled with shame
Today a home and tomorrow a grave
Well, now I'm wiser, now I understand
I'm the drought, I am the barren land
I'm the flooding and the rising tide
I'm the heat, the wind, the fire and ice
I dreamt of trees and I dreamt of fur
I felt my shape begin to fade and blur
Climbed up branches read the bark like words
What have I ever given up in return?
The sky was gone when at last I woke
Daylight trapped behind a deadly cloak
The silence speaks like a muted scream
The pain of nothing and no air to breathe