Like the wind we’re surely losing touch again
I watched the leaves fall from their crooked stems
I’m just another crook who likes to play Mother Nature
Pretend that the world isn’t as screwed up as it seems
I’m pretty sure that we’re both dying
I’m sick of giving a shit
I’m tired of lying
We watched our hair turn bright silver
You and I are caving in
You are the flood to my flower
The outage of power
The reason I toss and turn at every hour