damn, it was a hell of a time
I never seen a heart so hurting
or knew the way the swell of the earth divides
I never felt so umbilical
damn, it was a hell of a time

damn, it was a hell of a time
I never knew a body so broken
or the warm disease of memory
or the violence of family
you would die every day if you coulda
you would die of a million minutia

still, from out the crack of the concrete of this corpus
something is alive
something is alive

and you said you love america
but I know you burn for freedom
and I dream a world much like our own
but economy is measured in the love that we have known
and industry eclipsed by the ways we have grown
and trauma and its healing are the axle around which we turn
and freedom is a fire in which amerika burns
something is alive
something is alive

damn, it was a hell of a time
and I know it's never over
still I open up my beating heart
to the morning light on the far wall
and the summer wind at the window
I never felt so umbilical
have you ever felt umbilical?