Reins

When the land slides
Makes room for a will to abide
And to talk with feeling
Talk with feeling
I seem to be coughing up a lot
And I am so young
I seem to be picking fights all of the time
And I am so young
Then somewhere in between
The taste of brackish water
And it bears no skin
Bears no skin
I seem to be coughing up blood
And I am so young
I seem to prowling with packs
And I am so young
I seem to be coughing up blood
(oooh, it’s pretty bad)
And I am so young
I seem to be picking fights half the time
(oooh, it’s pretty bad)
And I am so young
It seems to be billowing out like clouds through tears in the earth
And I am so young
I seem to be bellowing aloud and bustling in bursts
And I am so young