Song 3

reach the arms a tree at night

burnt and black it stole the light



and you know what it is that i feel



and when your fingers pull and fight

and they braid and weave inside

making planes and trees ignite

destroying all that they feel



growing bright above the planes

what has happened to the weight?



and you know what i is that i feel



are we so lost that we stopped searching.

are we so lost that we stopped walking.

are we so right?