Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Arborist, artist - Big Wreck. Album song Grace Street, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 01.02.2017
Record label: Ole Media Management
Song language: English
The Arborist |
This walk through life is harder than it used to be |
We’re scorching weeds to keep them from growing |
The acid soil, pulling up roots, relocate |
To a garden bed that’s fertile and free |
But watch what you’re stepping on |
And who veils the light |
Well, there’s always a weasel or two |
And the snake’s out at night |
But I’ll turn towards the sun |
Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon |
Roam, but never run |
Ditch old routines or the heart will harden |
Once they stood battered and bruised with hell below |
When witches bloom it’s time to fell |
The autumn wind blows with a sign of what’s to come |
Rake those leaves and draw the blinds |
You’ve always been what you’re becoming |
And I can’t bear to watch |
So I’ll turn towards the sun |
Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon |
Roam, but never run |
Ditch old routines or the heart will harden |
Babe, if we were strolling |
Through the memories |
You can’t pollinate the good ones |
Or somehow pull the bad |
We set them up, and watch them fall away |
Fall away |
So I’ll turn towards the sun |
Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon |
Roam, but never run |
Ditch old routines or the heart will harden |
Hey, without ever knowing you |
We were hand in hand |
Sowing seeds of future |
So many plans were made |
We set them up, now watch them fall away |
Babe, if we were strolling |
Through the memories |
You can’t pollinate the good ones |
Or somehow pull the bad |
We set them up, and watch them fall away |
Fall away |