Detritivore
Jonathan Meiburg
Isn’t it nice
Isn’t it nice
You were sleeping
I didn’t want to wake you
Do you remember
Everyone look at your hands
The sun came over the mountains
And when I looked back
I didn’t see anyone
Where do you come from
And where do you go
I think I
Was sleeping
Until the first
Of the day’s
Fresh demands
Hello hello
Hi hi hi hi hi hi