I’m in this village
And I wanna stay
I wanna go
There’s no room to watch things grow

Where the accounts are of fields
And the love in the pond
But don’t make me stay
Like I’m going to leave

Once our tide rolls in
On this side I’ll leave
But the other I’ll return one day
Bringing the scorched fruits tray need the rain

And I’ll just talk and I’ll just talk
Until my voice runs and ripped apart
There’s such beauty in the huge roads cascading through the woods
It’s like there’s nothing better.