Besedila: Phish. Farmhouse. Dirt.

Washed up on shore
Washed up on shore

I'd like to live beneath the dirt
A tiny space to move and breathe is
All that I would ever need
I want to live beneath the dirt
Where I'd be free from push and shove
Like all those swarming up above
Beneath their heels I'll spend my time

Shout your name into the wind
I'll wiggle in the earth and dew
Shout your name into the wind
And sometimes I will think of you

Shout your name into the wind
And if you ever think of me
Kneel down and kiss the earth
And show me what this thought is worth
(I'll never hear your voice again)

Shout your name into the wind
Shout your name into the wind
Shout your name into the wind
Shout your name into the wind

Shout your name into the wind
Shout your name into the wind
Shout your name into the wind
Shout your name into the wind