Last time that I yearned
Last time that I yearned
Thought it would be
Hoped it would be the last time
Last time that I yearned
You'd think I would've learned
But the lack of promise
Always makes me feel at home
The flood always comes
Then you gotta build a dam
Give a damn
Mete it with your own two hands
Ya claw at it all
Deeper into no man's land
One man's damn
With that language that we made
Let die then tried to build again
Oh, you sweet trick of yearning
Leave me alone rightfully
Cuz I did not ask for this
Regret is a wondrous soil
Leave it be leave me be
To dismantle, decay, fall away
Free-fall from the bones
Free-fall from the bones
Oh, let this yearning chase me
Am wise to the tricks
And I am free
And have all you rivers to thank
I'll hitch with those instead
You'll get no resistance out of me
More people can ride
Ride you clean
Forever more