I wonder where they go the roots of a wilting ash choked in the hands of snow Why didn't they have a plan? And it seemed they had no choice coerced to be interlaced at the mercy of the tainted soil I worry that I relate
It seemingly goes on without an end Constantly yearn for more My boughs routinely break before they even bend leaving my judgement at the door
The ivies shift into their cruel relentless and violent hold their fury is nearly palpable So with what I was dealt, I fold From what I've seen and where I've been in an endeavor to stay afloat I'm convinced that she's my heroine and a tide to lift all boats
It seemingly goes on without an end Conveinently giving in to my thirst She wakes me up before my time is spent with patience never wearing thin
A swift rising tide, set me right A gem bending light, and she shines
Oh, this whole time, I was thrown- I've been runnin' around here for years thinking all that I know was to be running away in fear This whole time, overgrown- I've been pullin my roots out for years thinking I was alone She was calling my name, oh, calling my name, but I couldn't hear her, no