Peel the paper from the bones A seed waits beneath the soil The ink is pushing further up your spine
From your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heart
Weight bends the birches low Fades more with every blow A whisper spreads the letters randomly
From your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heart
Should someone carve a heart Let the blood hit the ground It adds a bit of truth, turns the chestnut into the sweetest fruit Don´t let the raven nest Don´t let it fly Bye bye