My Arboretum کے بول

On mountain tops, and I feel low In the heart race, I'm running slow You see the leaves shake, I see them blow See a man fall a thousand times To fall again, and then know why It is spring time and I am blind Smash your fist across my face Poor me in a lonely place with a hand in a hand I don't deserve You can feel high, while I feel low All things holy Come, to pass us slowly Great loves, truly & only lay down to die lonely Now you see how I feel Smash your fist across my face Poor me in a lonely place with a hand in a hand I don't deserve While your arboretum sky sings out there, inside is a blank black wall stare For light, turn me to you But you know I'm low