Timber Timbre
There Is a Cure
You're living in the algae bed
Soaking up the sunlight
You fester in the day time hours
Boy, you never sleep at night
And there is a cure for this
And it starts with one deep breath
But the air was never sweet enough
Oh, the air was never sweet
I know it's with me in the truck
And it's with me on the sidewalk
And I know it when you turn me down
I know it's with me all year-round
And I know this is a weakness
And I know the darkness here
But the air was never sweet enough
Oh, the grass was never green