want Well full forests turn to desert's hot dried dirt The animals dig ditches, they hide and watch our backs get burned And less yesterday, and more today Yea I gotta start livin' that way And less yesterday, and more today Yea I gotta get my head on straight The ground shrinks fast and the spot-lit strips of houses They look like christmas lights she'd hang in her apartment So I turn my head, I try to watch the screen instead But my eyes go fuzzy and start painting shapes all over the mov (guitaretab.com)
