Confiding in rivers
Telling my secrets to the moon
What does that make me
And what I believe in, is it true?
Feels out of body
When it's quiet after 2
I steady my breathing
'Cause it's all that I can do
One day I'II wither
And regrow to something new
For now I make notes of
The greenest greens and bluest hues
Feels out of body
When even the quiet gets loud too
But I'm breathing
'Cause it's all that I can do
And there's no control to lose
