My sapling heart stands weakly, weakly in the cold
Despite my tries to brush off, brush off
Every hindrance to my growth
It's an awful long winter, don't you know
You've gone so knotted inside
It's an awful long winter, don't you know
Don't you know
The spring will come
When you cease to run
From every twisted image within yourself
These forests of old growth
Endure ever so
From a strength to bear it through the bitter night
Darling, it is not a natural fight
And high as I can see, well up in those trees
There is still life thriving, thriving
Cursed are they who from you stray
But there's no use in wishing for those who've faded from your sight
You've gone so knotted inside
You've gone so knotted inside
The spring will come
When you cease to run
From every twisted image within yourself
These forests of old growth
Endure ever so
From a strength to bear it through the bitter night
Darling, it is not a natural fight
(Unwind)
(Revitalize)
(Make a home for yourself)
(Not a natural fight)