Splitting Trees
What's this gonna change?
My man, I'll show you in three
Every breath I've exhaled, every mile I've pumped
Is one I've been holding
Concrete hidden passion
Our skin worn thin, perforated and torn
Our family extended
In this way our brothers are formed
And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb
There's four in a panic of what we've become
Not what we've come from
Static air driven machines
Existence formed to breathe
To count past four, past my attention span
To count and make this count
There's a moon amongst us of fear
Every passing summer marks another older year
And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb
There's four in a panic of what we've become
Not what we've come from
And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb
There's four in a panic of what we've become
Not what we've come from
My man, I'll show you in three
Every breath I've exhaled, every mile I've pumped
Is one I've been holding
Concrete hidden passion
Our skin worn thin, perforated and torn
Our family extended
In this way our brothers are formed
And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb
There's four in a panic of what we've become
Not what we've come from
Static air driven machines
Existence formed to breathe
To count past four, past my attention span
To count and make this count
There's a moon amongst us of fear
Every passing summer marks another older year
And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb
There's four in a panic of what we've become
Not what we've come from
And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb
There's four in a panic of what we've become
Not what we've come from
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Writer(s): Luca Brasi
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