Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep
Even if you remove them
Branches and limbs are intangible things
That's a fact, but it's not been proven
I am alive but I am not blinking
I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing
Pull up my roots, I am replanted
I'm growing back, you can take it for granted
I'll abandon my flaws if you call off this song
Don't cut me down
I was reeling with drought, so I moved up and out
But I stay in the ground
I'm alive, but I am not blinking
I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing
I pull up my roots, but I am replanted
I'm growing back, you can take that for granted
Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep
Even if you remove them
Even if you remove them
Branches and limbs are intangible things
That's a fact, but it's not been proven
I am alive but I am not blinking
I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing
Pull up my roots, I am replanted
I'm growing back, you can take it for granted
I'll abandon my flaws if you call off this song
Don't cut me down
I was reeling with drought, so I moved up and out
But I stay in the ground
I'm alive, but I am not blinking
I can't catch my breath, my ears are still ringing
I pull up my roots, but I am replanted
I'm growing back, you can take that for granted
Trees are still trees if their roots are not deep
Even if you remove them