Trees - Medic

Look up at the stars

Give it up and go home

Dream about your life in a car

On the way to a place you don’t know

Your heart is unmanned

Free in the most captivating sense

We’ll never grow old again

We will never grow old again

Could you show me how to lose myself

In the hope that I know you will be here tomorrow?

Give me all that you have left

Could we stay?

Could we stay?

We’d believe in the trees

But they’re not as tall as they used to be

You and I were never this simple

Til we became the least

Would you take these words even if they hurt

Make these dead bones live again?

I will not bow to this

I will not be just another man that loses to my fear