Curse The Ground Lyrics - Bronze Radio Return

Pull the ropes up tight and we'll swing above this place 

Get high for a while and watch the moon melt 

From this roof-top seat we can dance above the town 

On the soles of our feet and curse the ground 

We'll pretend to be hung upon apostrophes that pluralize the empty eyes 

And judge a man by his degree 

But it's so nice up here and the air feels good to breathe 

My vision's clear, but it gets harder to see 

Harder to see...