The sun don't rise every morning
6am wake up it's pouring
I think I had a good dream but I don't remember
So write a letter if you wanna talk
I won't pick it up if you try to call
It's way too modern I don't like it at all
And if the cold rain on your skin makes you feel real then that's two of us
There's way too much to see, I'm lost in the trees, oh woe is me
A weeping willow
I'm overwhelmed I think too much
When does it end, when did it start
I feel my feet on the ground, I feel my head in the clouds
So tell me what version of me is in your head
It seems there's so many I can't keep track
Under this tree
Under this tree
Under this
Under this
I'm overwhelmed I think too much
When does it end, when did it start
I feel my feet on the ground, I feel my head in the clouds
So tell me what version of me is in your head
It seems there's so many I can't keep track
Under this tree
Under this tree
Under this
Under this