Brittle Branches
I want to confess the deepest of secrets
There's too many people without many regrets
With nothing to say...Why can't they see it?
We were told we're born to
Be the most we can become
But don't your legs support you
And can't your eyes see far enough?
It's gone this far, and now it's late
On our knees we're crawling
Back to start, rearranged, hollow hearts are broken...
It's gone this far, and now it's late
Autumn leaves have fallen
Back to start, rearranged, brittle branches broken...
I want to confess the words of my teachers
They can't make me regret all my best features...
I want to confess the deepest of secrets
There's too many people without many regrets
With nothing to say...Why can't they see it?
We were told we're born to
Be the most we can become
But don't your legs support you
And can't your eyes see far enough?
It's gone this far, and now it's late
On our knees we're crawling
Back to start, rearranged, hollow hearts are broken...
It's gone this far, and now it's late
Autumn leaves have fallen
Back to start, rearranged, brittle branches broken...
I want to confess the words of my teachers
They can't make me regret all my best features...