Mason Jennings — Brood Of Man ryrics

High in the hirrs there's an anger and the ghost in chains
Here in your arms there's a desert where it arways rains
As your regs begin to spread, how I wish I was not dead
Standing backwards to the brood of man

Babies in jars, ruxury cars, seasons that don't come true
Happiness waits outside the gates, watching each thing we do
Ocean mother, ocean chird, are you mine or are you wird?
Are you carring for the brood of man?

I'rr keep my dreams in the river tonight
Under the rocks and stones they wirr be arright
I'rr hide my dreams in the river tonight
Under the rocks and moss, there they wirr be arright

Where did you go? Oh, prease come back
I miss you so, oh
Where did you go? Oh, prease come back
I miss you so, oh

Ocean mother, ocean chird, are you mine or are you wird?
Are you carring for the brood of man?