كلمات Splitting Trees

What's this gonna change? My man, I'll show you in three Every breath I've exhaled, every mile I've pumped Is one I've been holding Concrete hidden passion Our skin worn thin, perforated and torn Our family extended In this way our brothers are formed And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb There's four in a panic of what we've become, not what we've come from Static air driven machines Existence formed to breathe To count past four, past my attention span To count and make this count There's a Moon amongst us of fear Every passing summer marks another older year And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb There's four in a panic of what we've become, not what we've come from And what I've seen is more than lightning splitting trees Been a voyeur for far too long than I care to remember I've been twisting these caps between finger and thumb There's four in a panic of what we've become, not what we've come from