Matisyahu - On Nature lyrics
[Matisyahu - On Nature lyrics]
There is a place in the bottom of the soul
It's no bread of restitution
Hearts splash fly like dough
Where there is no pollution
You would know words to hold
Folks question your solutions
Bedrock of a river that flowed
No times, present or future
We are men of - nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
Type, fire and water be
Strong with compassion
In the morning we're born everlasting
Like the grass by the sea
Bendin' with the wind which knocks
Ya down time and again we remain and sing
Stand until the dawn of day carries us away
As We sway through the
Phases of each generation
We leave our trace and
Then leave this station
Fierce fronts, fantasy phased
No blame, untamed or spoken
Shiggy walks through this space
On dry land that's cracked and broken
We came: to taste the rain
We're just, widows and orphans
Not afraid to feel the pain
Or to leave behind our notions
Bathe in showers, taste the tension
Hear the howl, climb the mountain
Kiss the cold and feel the frozen
Read the dreams in this here dungeon
We are men of - nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
There is fire in these
Leaves and therefore naturally
I'm not afraid to face these seasons
'cuz, times change and there's
No one to blame even when the day is leavin'
Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun
Or will ya, just lay there bleedin'
When the time has come, return to the kingdom
Close my eyes and be screamin "freedom"
Freedom freedom freedom, freedom
Freedom freedom freedom
We are men of - nature
We are made from (freedom) the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
We are men of, Nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
Children of believers
It's no bread of restitution
Hearts splash fly like dough
Where there is no pollution
You would know words to hold
Folks question your solutions
Bedrock of a river that flowed
No times, present or future
We are men of - nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
Type, fire and water be
Strong with compassion
In the morning we're born everlasting
Like the grass by the sea
Bendin' with the wind which knocks
Ya down time and again we remain and sing
Stand until the dawn of day carries us away
As We sway through the
Phases of each generation
We leave our trace and
Then leave this station
Fierce fronts, fantasy phased
No blame, untamed or spoken
Shiggy walks through this space
On dry land that's cracked and broken
We came: to taste the rain
We're just, widows and orphans
Not afraid to feel the pain
Or to leave behind our notions
Bathe in showers, taste the tension
Hear the howl, climb the mountain
Kiss the cold and feel the frozen
Read the dreams in this here dungeon
We are men of - nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
There is fire in these
Leaves and therefore naturally
I'm not afraid to face these seasons
'cuz, times change and there's
No one to blame even when the day is leavin'
Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun
Or will ya, just lay there bleedin'
When the time has come, return to the kingdom
Close my eyes and be screamin "freedom"
Freedom freedom freedom, freedom
Freedom freedom freedom
We are men of - nature
We are made from (freedom) the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
We are men of, Nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty
I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land
Fast and silent only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
Children of believers