Thank Your Parents - Oneida

Lying in the back room

Head into the floor

Dream another color

'Till you dream no more.

Laying in the petals

Dust becomes the smoke

Fly into the flower

Until it makes you choke.

Gather all the playthings

Living and alive

Slip into a coma

Surrounded by the hive.

You talked about your parents

As gold spun into hay

I don’t think I can see it

The blue becomes the gray.

Stuck inside the back room

Staring at the door

Dreamed another color

'Till I dreamed no more.

The rattle of the branches

The shadows of the oak

Fall into the flower

Until it makes you choke.

A year without a winter

Lost inside the hive

Slip into a coma

Your reason won’t survive.

We talked about your parents

And crawling by your side

We found a nicer reason

The turning of the tides.