Tall Grass Songtext
von Coma Cinema

My mind is ready to die

Seeds of infertility
Are growing in to ghostly trees
Taking root in some selfish pleas (?)
Forgiven for being born ugly

Set free on a bitter wind


There is no high high enough
No love keeps you satisfied

A rotting eternity in your heart

Desperate lovers in an old house
Slowly burning through the ground

Will one day be entirely forgotten
When little feet walk tall grass