Lyrics I Get Low - Timber Timbre

I Get Low

If I could, I would turn back into dust
It would look so good to me, I could almost taste it
One moment, I’m a king, the next minute, nothing
I just wanted to feel alright but it’s not that simple
I get low, low, low, low, low, low on my own
And in the palm of my hand, an empire summoned
And as it was born, all substance crumbled
It was a vain attempt at the meaning of life
And I should have better ways of spending my time
Like climb the mountain, like sail the sea
Like build my house up or start my family
It’s time to get out, it’s time to make a living
I’ll reach the summit but I come tumbling back down