I don't trip on roots
When I walk in the woods
Anymore
I've been in here
For a while now
I know the source
Of everyone sound
It forces us to see
In between the lines
Coordinated scenes
See the forest for the trees
Tripping on roots
Those useless old pursuits
Don't bear fruit
Now I finally see
Synchronicities
Quartz reflecting
Other dimensions
Back to me
The world was quiet
Save the humming
Of the stream
We lay in the sun there
Yeah that healed
Something within me
Tripping on roots
Those useless old pursuits
Don't bear fruit
Helios, Sol
Sun of all we know
Light our path
And guard the road