Worthwhile - Evergreen | Текст песни

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• Evergreen

Carry On Kid.

Early spring. 1990. I'll never change. I'm an evergreen tree.
A brother and a son. Nothing I did to be called a loved one.

In my Sunday's best, I tried to sing with my soul.
Desperately trying to fill this hole in my chest.
A puddle of sweat where I can see myself.
I know there's no time to pretend to be something else.

My life is caught up in these feet and eyes.
My heart beats to find the tune to these distant skies.

No seasons for me. I'm the middle C.
Evergreen. No dissonance, just clean. No seasons for me.

Carry On Kid.

A masterpiece which I just call a mess.
I look ahead to respect the process.
You live. You learn. You reap what you sow.
I'll plant my roots. I'll Stay and I'll Grow.