roll across the ground
you hear the trees
dancing to their sound
and then you think
where do i fit
into all of this?
(you don't)
and then you think
where do i fit
into all of this?
(at home)
you feel the breeze
breathe across your face
the cold wind, wet grass
cutting through a lonely haze
and then you think
of all the times
that you have had
(they're gone)
and then you think
of all the faces
that you've seen
(all gone)
you look up to black
see the clouds above
and in the pale moonlight you think
it's alright, you aren't in love
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