And suddenly I do not feel the need to speak again
To take you to my room tonight and try to play pretend
The only conversation that remains is silence now
So let it be in stillness that our bodies take a bow
I've wandered through this skin so long and finally returned
To some place I'd forgotten but completely reaffirmed
I'd like to settle in and watch the windows open wide
To listen to the wind as it renters my whole mind
It's something like a song a weathered spirit taught me young
I'll sing it with my spirit and the notes will carry on

I'll lay my head upon the sky
And slowly let my thoughts untie
I've troubled one too many cells
It's time for me to walk and tell
I'll speak you what you want to hear
The truth will have us disappear
But only we can make it be
If I can go then you are free
We're in this heavy place again
Where nothing's really happening
It's all the past inside our bones
Committing us to what we've known
So hard to move these shoulders now
The ones you held without a doubt
A song has learned our story line
The final note: a slip in time

Look at all the branches falling to your feet
Let them be a story for every heart that beats
Not about the breaking or laying on the ground
Rather more the tree that gave your life a sound
Stop with all the thinking in backward ticking clocks
Free the hands you're given and time will never stop
If you be a servant death will pass you by
Take you in the moment the world removes the sky
Parts of you are given, none of you impaired
Everything you're made of collected with you there
Chances are intruders if you fail to choose
Black and blue and broken, darker than a bruise
Fight the way it taught you, that little heart of yours
A Second Tree is waiting just as it was before

Remember disappearing, feeling smaller than I should
Suppressed my good intentions in the dark because I could
And when I looked inside at all the emptiness I kept
I fell apart completely, watched my being as it wept
But somewhere in the nothingness my face had reappeared
Began to change the present to a past I once revered
With all of my distractions having walked the other way
I opened up my heavy eyes to greet another day
I'm here to be a part of everything that can be seen
But that is only half of what the morning is to me
Wherever there is vision there is also something more
An eye around the sun you couldn't possibly ignore