| The fall, golden, I want to keep it
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| Finally out, I can’t just watch the slate clean itself
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| I probably just made a mess of what’s left of myself
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| Slippery, steep, far from the tree
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| You know that I love you, I’m human, I bleed
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| I keep falling from truth, how are you still loving me
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| Comforts something I need and I can exhaust it
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| The more places I sleep the more I think I’ve lost it
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| Hold me down, root for me
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| An anchor in my chest, let’s make that fucker deep
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| Golden ground caught in the winter heat
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| Beyond bounds I need to fly free
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| Beyond the trees
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| Leaves, fly away
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| Leaves, fly away
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| Leaves, fly away
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| Don’t fly away
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| Leaves, fly away
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| Leaves, fly away
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| The fruit, I am obsessed with you, truth
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| I should keep digging my eyes can’t leave what you produce
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| I’m tempted by jewels, essential but it’s toxic
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| I want more than I can take, all shit
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| Dust and ground at your feet
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| Come play your hand and I bet a roots dying to drink
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| Holding down, caught in the winter heat
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| Beyond bounds I need to fly free
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| Beyond the trees
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| Sometimes I feel so done, I’ve made it my final escape
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| Did I do something wrong?
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| Hurting you flying away
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| Miles and miles, piles of mistakes
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| Up like a kite don’t fly away
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| Leaves have a tendency to get carried away |