Laura Jorgensen - What We Stand On

My hand is in your lap for miles
The signs offside the road catch us off guard
And our eyes flicker closed
We dam up our ears so we can't hear their voices
Draining after days of digging in the sand

In our goosedown sleeping bag I'll keep you warm
Sleeping all surrounded by doomed breathing things
While you dream of engines dying by your hands
You think you're strong enough to kill
But even though I'm proud, better things have failed
Better things have failed

And I wonder if we spent endless years out in the woods
Even then would we find peace?
Knowing any day the tower might come crumbling closer
And the earth will shudder beneath our feet

In our goosedown sleeping bag we'll be no more
Grandfather tortoise is buried beneath
While he dreams of all the children he's had
And it is quite strong enough to kill
So even though we're proud, we must not fail
We must not fail the
Juniper, joshua, cottonwood
Silvergray sagebrush, prince's plume

We stand for what we stand on
The only revenge is getting even