Slowly through the grass you walked Never giving up, you talk a good game Yeah, you talk a good game Before we learned how to crowl Slipping by the years like wasted spare change Did any value remain? If winter came before the fall It would have made sense why The trees looked that way Watered roots she exclaimed See if you over water the root They lose touch over time But if you had another would you Have seen eye to eye? If we were to go Back to the start Would you still want me Knowing who you are? If we lit a fire In the broken and dark And brought into vision Everything we pulled apart Oh my my my my Oh my my Don't you want more? Don't you want more? Oh my my my my Oh my my Don't you want more? Don't you want more? The shadow of a broken frame Move toward the light, but it Stood in the way Never willing to change. See flying is a way to fight Playing for a change to break The old ways The old years feel like days Skin upon the smallest light Could it be the way that he Wrote in his mind What is wrong became right. See if you over water the root They lose touch over time But if you had another would You have seen eye to eye? If we were to go Back to the start Would you still want me Knowing who you are? If we lit a fire In the broken and dark And brought into vision Everything we pulled apart Oh my my my my Oh my my Don't you want more? Don't you want more? Oh my my my my Oh my my Don't you want more? Don't you want more? Oh my my my my Oh my my Don't you want more? Don't you want more? Oh my my my my Oh my my Don't you want more? Don't you want more?