My vines are old
slit them of peace

feel them bleed
let them breath

The seasons change
I don't blend the same

lets swim away,
are will you remain
unhappy?. . .

Huh?
huh?

huh?
huh?

My roots are cold
let them freeze

Feel them break
let them leave

The tide is strong
let it carry me

lets wash away....

Stay here
wash away

Stay here
wash way....

wash away
wash away
wash away
wash away

Stay here
wash away

My vine will vold
set them free

let them fleet
let them cease

The wind is strong
the air is clean

lets blow away....

My soulful soil
once humus free

No shining sun
for plants to feed

The sun is gone
buried in the trees

lets rot away.....

Stay here
wash away

Stay here
wash way....

wash away
wash away
wash away
wash away

Stay here
wash away