Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep Even if you remove them Branches and limbs are intangible things That's a fact, but it's not been proven
I am alive but I am not blinking I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing Pull up my roots, I am replanted I'm growing back, you can take it for granted
I'll abandon my flaws if you call off this song Don't cut me down I was reeling with drought, so I moved up and out But I stay in the ground
I'm alive, but I am not blinking I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing I pull up my roots, but I am replanted I'm growing back, you can take that for granted
Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep Even if you remove them
