[Verse 1]
Cold in this soil
And longing for your embrace
Growing old
As time takes what's left in state
Then
The trees
Are brown
And we all sleep
[Verse 2]
Heart filled with love
Despairing, descending day
Will they take
Both hands will wrest away
Flesh
And bone
And time
Will free us
[Verse 3]
Exploding with leaves
The wind is the painter's brush
Finding lines
And filling the heart with love
Down
The trunk
The roots
Will feed