Through the cracks in the wall I'm going back to Nature
Through the holes in the floor my roots search for the waters
Along crumbling brick I'm building back my forest
Over collapsed walls I'm stretching myself homeward
As the sidewalks break I'm dropping down my anchors
Along rusting wires I'm stretching out my fingers
From the rotting beams I'm reaching towards the answer
Upon broken glass I may walk forever
The trees are burning and the wars unseen
What we know and what we believe
The walls are blurring and the lines between
What we know and what we believe
Leave the endless noise I'm going back to silence
On the crumbling bridge I cross back to the mountains
Through the blood red sea I'll sink into the alters
Through the cracks in the wall I'm going back to Nature
Leave a bounty of fruit at the base of the cinders
Through the holes in the floor my roots search for the waters
When the oceans die, your tears will fill the rivers.
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