Из альбома: Wilt & Rise
I’m twisting my spine
To understand
How satisfaction is found and why
Each day is spent in this fabric daydream
These moments are timeless
Yet we count them as insignificant as we find breath
These moments are so ageless
They become as significant as we find death
As my back arches forward
And my head follows forth I’m recollecting my worth I find myself waiting The
trees they’re burning
The leaves are wilting
We are the branches
We are the branches.