Windburn

Lost track of time

Fumbling through the lines

I'll stay inside

Wondering what it's like

Pining after trees too tall to climb

With the weight I can take from this

See it slip through your fingers and I'm

Holding onto the things I've missed

Stuck in the place where we linger

No fault of mine

You've been falling behind

I'd hate to find

That I've been slipping your mind

Pining after trees too tall to climb

With the weight I can take from this

See it slip through your fingers and I'm

Holding onto the things I've missed

Stuck in the place where we linger

Steady my hand

Find where it began

I'll break and I'll bend

To fit the idea of something you had in your head

Pining after trees too tall to climb