And clinging to each branch holding on for the fear Of being naked
It's a shame that you won't be here to notice everything that's changed It's a shame that you won't be here to see this building taking place It's a shame that you won't be around to hear us all recite your name in the distance rows of waving timber Fight back the change blowing side to side in september All the leaves that fall we remember This thickened air is stealing all my rights to breathe My backbone grows weaker than a scared crow with no wings Out here in the cold we soon will know what tragic is In the distance rows of waving timber fight back the wind shadowing I am aware what it brings but the weight of it all breaks a heart to quickly find answers Ask no questions the wind brings out suggestions and leaves a deep impression a tragedy.
