My brain is in it's shell
Under layers of cold hell
My arms strapped against my chest
Locked in by my terror vest and
Looking at the palms
From the safety of wet grass
I wanna be here in the past
So I plead and beg and ask
From the safety of wet grass
From the safety of wet grass
A rumble from my past
From the safety of wet grass
Like thunder in the sky
That is deadened by my whys
Laying with my brother
From the safety of wet grass
I hope this moment will not pass
But do I dare to even ask
From the safety of wet grass
From the safety of wet grass
From the safety of wet grass
From the safety of wet grass