Uneasy

Perched up on a dried-out limb

Can hear for miles, it cracking in the wind

The vision of it hollowed out

Form's always the last thing to leave

Frozen solid

Terror held

Will be until it drops

If the bottom's already given out once

What's stopping it from giving again?

Bare and open, no ladder down

Balanced and shaking in precarity

Either way, you have no control

You'll relax once you concede

If the bottom's already given out once

What's stopping it from giving again?

If the bottom's already given out once

What's stopping it from giving again?