Lying in the grass Isn't so pleasant when it's dead But you press it to your stomach And you dirty your dress You reach for a grey shape At the tip of the world 'Till it's drawn on your face And you forget to crawl But you aren't just a moment You're moving all the time And the sky is still enormous When there are shadows in your eyes No one's keeping track And there's no single path Your past is out of frame And the sun is at your back