My horizon: Jet-black mountain, crumbling into the sea Little city, you're still so young But you got so dirty Hey old ocean, are you still holding on? You look so sad and empty Fires burning, forest falling Forevergreen, forevergone
I'll say a prayer for the trees by the side of the road For the deer in the headlights, and the ashes, of the fires still growing And I'll say goodbye to the life of the aquamarine To the catch of the day, and moonlight swimming
The heat on my back Like two hands more likely to give than receive Standing on the side of the highway Taking shelter in the shade of the last big tree for miles around There are fires burning for miles around
