If I could just close my eyes
And think of nothing for a while
Then I might see clear behind
These last branches
We needed space I hoped
Space conceded build a home
On backdrops of city low
Whoa, panic rising
If I could just fold my mind
And check the reasons from behind
Then I might see clean behind
These lost chances
We needed space I hoped
Space repeated feed the hole
She backfill with talent shows
Clothes, panic buying
Seek something real
Think something pure
Speak something clear
I hear nothing
To seek something real
Think something whole
Speak something clear
I see nothing
If I could just close my eyes
And picture nothing for a while
Then I might see clear behind
These last branches