And if you follow me, son
The wind'll wrap around you
Carry you from the ground
You will never be alone
Your weight will turn to sunlight
That's falling on a girl
Who's still outside the world

She's reading books from empty women
They're giving beauty tips from empty hips

And how is the water of the rain?
And how is the air of the wind?
And how are the arms of your mother?
She's holding you in

Watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms
That were only built for drinking
Your thoughts, they never lasted long when you were under the sky
Above it you can hold a thought forever

And how is the water of the rain?
And how is the air of the wind?
And how are the arms of your mother?
She's holding you in

And how is the water of the rain?
And how is the air of the wind?
And how are the arms of your mother?
She's holding you in
She's holding you in (hey, hey, hey)
She's holding you in (hey, hey, hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)

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Writer(s): Aaron Dessner, Bryan Devendorf, Jeff Salem, Matt Berninger