| Trunk Of A Tree |
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| You’re the trunk of a tree |
| Silent, filled with clarity |
| I am a point in time |
| Moving slow along a line |
| You hit just below the note |
| Oh, to be a fly on the wall of your throat |
| God, I’d love to climb inside your brain |
| Remember what it’s like to be less vain |
| I’d close your eyes and see anything |
| Even just some memory |
