5 to 4 ft. Paula Prieto Lyrics

The aligning was a ritual

I didn't want to know

I was half alive and half awake

Look at this world though

The singing of an animal

The slick green river stones

The welcome part of drowning

Look at this world though

We used to call it swimming

Like your cousin catching squirrels

To cook them on a fire

And scare the city girls

We used to call it swimming

We don't call it anymore

It came out just like you said

Five to four against the poor

So it's six of one and three of some

And two to make a home

Here's a limb that's close to breaking

Which sort of feels like hope

Then the wailing duck the hooded thrush

The angry engine drone

The endless meadow barbed in metal

Look at this world though

So we named the house a country

And we named our bodies home

It was everything and nothing

Little stories that we told

While a border blazed in heat and pain

A fog like burning fields revealed

Machines of human wonder

Making rackets reel to reel

A wheel of starbacked scatter birds like water

Daylight to the bone and farther

Evening suns and morning suns

Golder meaner closer hotter

Round about the screaming sound

The corrugated throat

The breath of all these sacred things

All this is horizon

I see you in the foregound

We used to mourn the dying

We mourn it even more now

I see you getting older

And careening through the door

So when all of this is over

And we call it five to four

When all of this is over

And we call it a war

Look out at the world

It was no one's

It was yours