Let's say the river before us is a lake tonight,
Cuz at night a river can look so wide.
Let's call the sky above a freeway from afar,
cuz a black night can look like a flip-flop road paved in tar.

(oooh)  We're on Makeshift Grounds tonight,
let the ground make up its own mind.
We'll call the ground below us dirt,
hell, it's only a word.

If I wear a shawl my shadow looks like a ghost silhouette--
trying to scare myself of things that haven't happened yet.
Sure, shadows spook, even mine gives me chills--
still, what's scarier still is you'll get your limit of me,
you'll get your fill.

We're on makeshift grounds tonight,
let the ground make up its own mind.
We'll call the ground below us dirt,
hell, it's only a word.

Let's make is simpler still.
"Simple" doesn't exist,
"simple" is nil.

If I wrap that shawl like a cast, I could be called "mummified"--
where I cast spells or cast hooks and lines in wishing wells.
One would think I wouldn't need bait, it could be just imaginary
and the "reeling in" could be a show where words mean less than imagery.
Where words mean less than imagery.

We're on makeshift grounds tongiht,
let the ground make up its own mind.
we'll call the ground below us dirt,
hell, it's only a word.
hell it's only a word
hell it's only a word