Was it a single lifetime

 Was it an eternity

 Will somebody remember to read my memoirs Will you make sure the world remembers

me

What becomes of me, a falling tree Am I just another chaotic event See, I’ve put

everything in order and built a fortress for myself

We’ve invented love, invented sorrow We’ve invented solitude

There’s really nothing to be afraid of We’ve invented other stories too

What becomes of me, a falling tree

Will I see your face again

I’ve built armies that will turn to dust

I just need to rest my eyes a moment in the shade

Was it a single lifetime Will somebody remember

What becomes of us, a falling tree

I swore that I’d be home a little earlier today

I lost myself in the old garden swing

Will you keep the lantern on so I can find my way