- cifra
There was this little knot,
it found a home somewhere to be.
It burrowed deep inside,
almost as if it snuggled right up to me.
And I can't keep it down.
There was this branch,
that seemed to stick right out of me.
Not a whole tree or nothing,
just a knot, a knot tied up in me
And I can't keep it down.
No more...
The branch has bent its way.
The weight has cut the slack.
Hang, hang. Hangin' from it,
you just can't turn your back.
