Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh Trees grow and the ground's alright,
Die old in the middle of the night.
Roots are my hands to reach,
Cut me down where the water meets the sea.
My eyes were the first to find,
29 in the middle of the night.
Words in my head to sleep,
Keep me up until the body disagrees Your words are cold like the wind
They hold no weight around me
Let go. You're telling me to let go
I know the shadows are the only ones.