A Swamp of My Own

Holding on, holding free, to a familiar thought
Longing for a simpler time, longing to transport

So I wash my hands of this place
Leave behind their god damn race
Find a place that I can call home
In the forest make a swamp of my own

It’s so hard to breathe
Inhale the urban disease
So we’ll make our break
To the country escape

The city breeds contempt unmarked
A ground to drive us apart
Further from the great origin
Further from the heart

So I wash my hands of this place
Leave behind their god damn race
Find a place that I can call home
In the forest make a swamp of my own

It’s so hard to breathe
Inhale the urban disease
So we’ll make our break
To the country escape