Žodžiai dainai: Sharon Van Etten. Pickin' Up Rocks.

In the moonlight
A lover insight
Another recollection you have chosen
In hindsight
Another lip bite
Another memory that we have woven

Picking up rocks so heavy
I can?t get home
Picking up rocks so heavy
I can?t get home
Oh

In daylight
Our hands are inside
We?re walking, talking
Like we?re ten years younger

In my mind
It was a fine time
Until the falling to my knees
Now bleeding

picking up rocks so heavy
I can?t get home
Picking up rocks so heavy
I can?t get home
Oh

Oh we?re the same way
Oh we?re the same way
Oh you look at me the same
You did years ago

Picking up rocks so heavy
I can?t get home
Picking up rocks so heavy
I can?t get home
Oh