Pour

Pour - The Antlers

Lyrics by：Peter Silberman

Composed by：Peter Silberman/Michael Lerner

Produced by：Peter Silberman

Solvents and paint poured down the drain

There were complaints only forty years late

Peculiar taste of acetates

Migraine headaches

Growing cellular rates

What we pour in the soil

Whether poison or oil

Will eventually spoil

The solvents spilled down Cedar Hill

Feeding a well and a weeping willow

That man next door lived here before

But he knew the score when his tree hit the floor

What we put in the ground

Whether planted or plowed

Will eventually be found

It will come back around

What we pour in the soil

Whether poison or oil

Will eventually spoil