I didn’t come here to watch you breathe Or to spin and face the wind I didn’t want to see you come upon a downfall And then be knocked to the floor for more
I’m sure that once you were moved to tears And then you must have been ___ again But there was, and still us such a slow game Played by everyone in their own way
No piece of this earth will take your roots It seems that the fog changes everything So much of both you heard nothing Yet both are equally false things