Lost track of time
Fumbling through the lines
I'll stay inside
Wondering what it's like
Pining after trees too tall to climb
With the weight I can take from this
See it slip through your fingers and I'm
Holding onto the things I've missed
Stuck in the place where we linger
No fault of mine
You've been falling behind
I'd hate to find
That I've been slipping your mind
Pining after trees too tall to climb
With the weight I can take from this
See it slip through your fingers and I'm
Holding onto the things I've missed
Stuck in the place where we linger
Steady my hand
Find where it began
I'll break and I'll bend
To fit the idea of something you had in your head
Pining after trees too tall to climb
