The Child Who Was a Keyhole - Through the Middle of a Tree | Текст песни

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Shooting through the middle of a tree
I didn't think a tree could drink me
The water is pushing me higher
Every little gasp of light I can get
I get it
I don't blink my eyes
I'm growing into a tree
I'm growing into the leaves
The roots and the vines are encircling entwining
I can taste all that tree

We're all plugged in sockets
Not sockets but branches
We cruise through the rooftops
Of all of Chicago and Brooklyn and Spain
Brooklyn and Spain go away
Swiftly I feel you
That breeze from your lips
All of your breaths sways through the wind
Leaves in my arms

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