Sitting Sitting Sitting Sitting Sitting, yeah Sitting, yeah Sitting in a field with fingers in the earth Artificial turf should cover everything You, you and me uncover The real world so green and evenly Artificial hurts and manufactured words Holding down your face until you let go first You, you and me uncover The real world alone eventually The filthy sun shines down upon To make it all dull earth spring Not anything will grow back in Will break in where grass grew once Roll back the carpeting Not anything can grow Where grass can grow Where grass can grow You, you and me uncover The real world imperfect and ugly