Housemen - Sandrain Lyrics

Down the drains to the sea
To the sky back to me
To my skin through my clothes
From my eyes down my nose

From the roots to the seed
From the trunk to the leaves
From the rock to the sand
To the glass in my hand

To the bank to the shore
To the grocery store
From beneath from the core
To the spot to the sore

To the mud to the dirt
To my old flannel shirt
To the holes to the quiet
From roaring to silent

These are the things given to me
These are the things given to me
When I sit all alone
Thoughts I thought id outgrown
They come to me

The tap drips the dust settles
Over the nettles
To the sting to the prick
To the crack of the whip
The bellow of thunder
From down under
To the smell of wine
To your breath and too mine

These are the things given to me
These are the things given to me
When I think of home and the places I've known
They come to me