Well, a rainstorm's coming at dawn
tag-teaming with an angry god
and we all lost it somewhere out there.
Feeling sober was a joke
and we couldn't find anything to smoke
It was hard, hard to be living like that.
We look to forests we look to the trees
for a sound confirmation of similar feelings.
We look to the waters we looked to the seas
for a sparkle of light that illuminates our plea.
Crash landed right into a field
grabbed our backpacks and all that we could yield
searched our souls for a place we could call home
We're running faster now we're lost
Assumed that there will be a plot
but there's not anything at all
We look to the forests we look to the trees and
divide up amongst the roots to choose our own paths to seed.
We look to the waters we look to the seas from a
bio-luminescent string of dear memories.
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