When We Become Lyrics - Clem Snide

There will be laughs and also joyful twirls 

Your painted toenails kicking in the sand 

Lazy fish crisscrossing and the seas 

Will lay their golden eggs right in their hand 

When we become 

When we become 

When we become what we're running from 

The storm clouds swallowed by the ocean sway 

Will smell like watermelon and cut grass 

We'll build a bonfire with whatever's dry 

And leave our cold, wet bodies where they lay 

When we become 

When we become 

When we become what we're running from