There's a reason the trees don't die when winter falls on their side.
The eagerness for springs care makes waiting a thing to bear.
If winter is where we're at, you'll miss me when seasons pass.
I barely know that I have lost all I can find.
I was your gentle breeze, you are my gentle tearing.
I'm wasting all my time on thoughts that are so dry.
So I drive all night long just to see if you are home.
I failed when you left me. So I won't let you fail me.
So I lower myself down to you.
And I see such a stage of summer.
I can't lower myself over you.
I still feel tearing.
I barely know that I have lost all I can find.
I was your gentle breeze. You are my gentle tearing.
And all is right in my mind
I barely know that I have trashed all my insides.
Now I know it's done. I've seen the moon set on the sun.
