All Awake - I Mother Earth

Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer 
Look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia 
All awake
With a heavy hand holding me down I stay 
All awake
In the only fear of failing hall of fame 
We're all awake


Under the weight
Eleven ways
Why you never fall to pieces
You can't carry
We're all awake
And looking for ways
To save your self-love


Looking to define masturbation using colour 
Looking for a ride to a place where
Everyone was friends
All awake
With an energy, a hustle and a fade
All awake
In the hell of free electric salad days
We were all awake