Mental now 'cause the shadows showed me how they only move when the sun is out
Where's the fault when the sugar and the salt look the same before their in your mouth
But I get the feeling I would lay it to rest if I just needed to put it to bed
In fear and faith, the former puts me in debt but I'm climbing out on the latter half
Something keeps me sleeping in
Wrestled to the ground again
Angry at the stubborn leaves
It may be time to shake the trees
("Maybe fear is a color we wear not part of" - I know!)
Hollowed out 'cause sometimes I like the sound of my bones when they're all alone
Who'd have thought longevity becomes a taunt when you're getting everything you want
Is it just me or do you fear the breeze for its unpredictability?
Is it really true that the dirt on your shoes won't move anywhere without you?
When the smallest seed eventually sees the sycamore's view
Don't be the one who's quick to pick to the fruit but never water the root
Something keeps me sleeping in
Wrestled to the ground again
Angry at the stubborn trees
It may be time to shake the trees
I hear it now: there's a mercy in the sound
I think that peace of mind is the bait
When you're trying to catch a break
You can't procrastinate and bear the weight
Of all the parts of you that you'd change if you were brave
If you'd just be brave!