Lyrics Poor Old Lu

Poor Old Lu

The Weeds That Grow Around My Feet

choices cloud my head again

wrapped up in myself instead

and if I fall this time

will it be the last time

for this crime

and anger has more of my soul

than I ever wished it would hold

and as I let it go

and watch how it grows

it won't fold

do I love this world?

can I breathe beyond here?

flowers have grown round my eyes and ears

the soil it soaks all my tears

how I'm tired of standing here

and I'm sick of that heat that's so near

and if we're all right

and if we cannot be wrong

then we needn't fear

we're almost there

like I'm depressed and I hold a gun

do I love this world?

can I breathe beyond here?

it's all the same

just falling rain

all the more the reason to stay

what is the scene

it's brown and green

the weeds that grow around my feet

and if we're all right

and if we cannot be wrong

then we needn't fear

we're almost there