Older Reflections - Tow'rs

You asked me, «Is something on your mind?»

I mentioned the apple trees outside

And how, like me, they bend with weight

Of a seemingly good thing

I keep finding bitterness at their root

And I don’t wanna feel that way

But I don’t wanna stop, so I eat the fruit

Trust, I tried to let it go

Lesson in reaping what you sow

And I become something I can’t pull back

A home to which I cannot return

But I will look fondly on all of those years

I am who I am and I’ve learned

How to fold, or give

Oh, older reflections in the sea

I am

Soon, the streets will spill with fruit

After the autumn wind scares them all loose

It’ll be the tread under our feet

And become a part of everything

I become something I can’t call back

A home which I cannot return

I will look fondly on all of those years

I am who I am and I’ve learned

How to fold, or give

Oh, older reflections of myself

I’m

Oh, all the reflections of myself

I am