Splitting Trees Songtext
von Luca Brasi
Splitting Trees Songtext
What′s it gonna change?
My man I'll show you a tree
Every breath I′ve exhaled
Every meal I've pumped in
Is what I've been holding
Concrete hidden passion
Our skin worn thin, perforated and torn
Our family extended
In this way our brothers are formed
And what I′ve seen
Is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I′ve been twisting this tap between finger and thumb
There's foreign a panic to what we′ve become
Not what we've come from
Static air driven machines
Exist as forms of breed
To count past four
Past my attention span
To count and make this count
There′s a mood amongst the familiar
Every passing summer marks another old idea
And what I've seen
Is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I′ve been twisting this tap between finger and thumb
There's foreign a panic to what we've become
Not what we′ve come from
And what I′ve seen
Is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting this tap between finger and thumb
There′s foreign a panic to what we've become
Not what we′ve come from
My man I'll show you a tree
Every breath I′ve exhaled
Every meal I've pumped in
Is what I've been holding
Concrete hidden passion
Our skin worn thin, perforated and torn
Our family extended
In this way our brothers are formed
And what I′ve seen
Is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I′ve been twisting this tap between finger and thumb
There's foreign a panic to what we′ve become
Not what we've come from
Static air driven machines
Exist as forms of breed
To count past four
Past my attention span
To count and make this count
There′s a mood amongst the familiar
Every passing summer marks another old idea
And what I've seen
Is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I′ve been twisting this tap between finger and thumb
There's foreign a panic to what we've become
Not what we′ve come from
And what I′ve seen
Is more than lightning splitting trees
Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember
I've been twisting this tap between finger and thumb
There′s foreign a panic to what we've become
Not what we′ve come from
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