The Bottom - Portugal. The Man

How High

Soldiers pull boys through rain

ground to their toes ground to the dirt

(oh) my

They spilled down the steps filed in rows like hair likes to pour

like skin loves to warm

but teeth don’t pull like these chains don’t drag around

…because it’s safe at the bottom…

Wind down

to the beds of the leaves bedding of sand

where fire don’t burn (but the tops of trees)

Out, out

of the head streams a maze of colors and shapes

that dance from these walls

but trust don’t pay like these guns don’t fuck around

…we know it’s safe at the bottom…

I know what I know, and all I ever need is you

Down, down

in the sand lives alone in shackles and bone

meat blood from grown gravel and stone

but teeth don’t pull like these chains don’t drag around

…because it’s safe at the bottom…

Calm, but

never finds rest these bones for what we don’t know

for all that we know It’s all that we’ve known

but trust don’t pay like these guns don’t fuck around

…we know it’s safe at the bottom…

I know what I know, and all I ever need is you