Testo Sourdough

I would stare at the sun
If it'd help the ones I love
Though I’d burn in my skull
I would smile to see them well
I've got this weight in my lungs

And I would share my own blood
If it'd help the ones I love Though I’d shrivel like a plum
I would smile to see them grow
I've got this weight in my lungs
From filling 'em up

I'm driving away
From my father's house on a beautiful day
And there's no one out
I'm running from you
I am running from me
I am running from you, from you
You, you, you, you, you

And so I make sourdough on the counter
Like he showed me Though I taste his loneliness
In the crust of evеry loaf
I've got this weight in my mouth
But I’m keeping it down