VersaEmerge. Lost Tree. Zeneszám

Their arms
They reach
They branch
Like they're trying to catch me
They stand so tirelessly
Outgrown the sides of roads
All mixed in gold
This summer has me...
This summer has me sold
I see the hints
Just picture it,
Craving to witness
But we blinked and missed it
Beg to the sky, long days and old night

Here we are, rooted deep, looking up. So sun sweet...
Until the fall we lose it all...
Here we are

Thin and bare
Stuck in a stiff stare
I wait up in the air,
That makes it all fair
We stop and grow and stop and grow.
We coexist,
Flourished
And sun-kissed
Anything you'd like,
Your backroad eyes,
They're getting dry,
An unnatural smile.
You're lost in this place, I see it in your face...

Here we are, rooted deep, looking up. So sun sweet...
Until the fall we lose it all...
Here we are

... So lost in it

(Merci a jo' pour cettes paroles)