Wit - Apple Trees Lyrics

I like to run
In the fields of green
I like to lurk
Among the apple trees
Through ancient forests
The rivers bend
And I descend into
My chains of thoughts
Cut the water rings of silence
I reach the beach
I'm laying down on my back
I watch the skies
Snap my toes in grains of sand
The morning dew evaporates
Mutations and formations of the past
Rearranged in new dimensions

I wish that I could go back to the time
When I could focus on my minor problems
Instead of being forced to downscaling major ones
That I can never wash off my skin
I wish that I could go back
To the time when I could focus on my minor problems
I could go back
Forced to resign
But my rearranging
Will turn deranged

I know that I will
Get used to it but it takes time to
Accept that I can't do
Anything to avoid it
That I'll outlive
The ones
The ones I never dreamed
The ones I never dreamed
That I would ever live without