We follow a path into the wood Now we're exactly where we should Be and our feet are now rooted in the soil
We wait for the rain to quench our thirst We hope it's thunder that we heard Our leaves are parched and dry Long as grey colors the sky we'll survive
And the clouds are billowing fast They will shower off the past And allow for a future
Make sure that your ribs get enough sun So the Lily of the Valley grows My freckles come in darker Black eyed Susans on my skin
We stand like statues in the light From sun to moon, when it turns night My hair will grow like weeds, uneven yet complete and still beauty
And though we remain unseen Our bodies crystalline Sun glistens through our bloodstreams
Our branches travel into space Far away from yesterday (from yesterday) Still our roots will travel down Away from all, deep in the ground
And the clouds did come at last They showered off the past And allowed for a futureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
