Sorted - James Yuill

This is the end

Could this be your

Children’s forest dying

Like no other

One eye never closes

Was your lea life golden, gold

Like golden ore

Life golden

Life golden

Oh I feel like I sorted

Something now I can’t hold

Back on to it

Desperate feelings close in

Trapping

Warring

Life golden

Life golden

Oh I feel like I sorted

Something now I can’t hold

Back on to it