Lyrics

Remember the dances?
Four little girls twirling 'round outside
Lost in the masses
Never been happier than those nights
It takes a village
Father and mother both times five
I'm built up on pillars
They had been carving them all my life

Blood's thicker than water
But did they mean oceans?
I just know my brothers
As if I were still seventeen
Dear mothers and fathers
I took it for granted
Hey, sisters and brothers
Our blood's in the Atlantic

Trees, they grow larger
I was told gardens aren't made for that
Tried not to lose branches
But I guess cycles begin again
I'll hold my thread close
How does a blanket become a rag?
Sometimes I get cold
We miss our beds

Blood's thicker than water
But did they mean oceans?
I just know my brothers
As if I were seventeen
Dear mothers and fathers
I took it for granted
Hey, sisters and brothers
Our blood's in the Atlantic