Victoria Monet
Home
Back to the womb The feeling of safe Away from the tomb And doom and gloom
We just wanna go back To the place we first grew Where we kicked and squirmed Ate food at endless supply Felt warm all the time
We want to skip ahead To a place like this Where we can laugh and play Feast throughout the day Bask in the breeze that Feels warm, cool, crisp
Take us to the place To the feeling of safe Where the dogs run free Unborn babies crawl and the good Lord calls home
Good Lord, call us home To the feeling of safe Back to the womb To the place we first grew Where we can laugh and play and feast Where the dogs run free
Call us back And forth we shall go