I wonder why you sing at night while you're alone.
I think you cry, but really you just write your songs.
When its raining, when it's pouring; I know, I know. (I-I know-know)
You are bleeding, very slowly. I see it right through your skin.
Take a deep breath, that's all we need.
Make a nice beat and you will see.
Put a few lyrics down and you'll be freed.
Let your mind flow through these lyrical trees.
Wind blows, blows blows. Hands go-go, pen in hand.
Say something, comes to mind, write it down just in time.
You'll be satisfied no matter what.
Right through your skin. Right through your skin.
Seasons change
Leaves fall off
You will see what it's like to be me.
The wind blows faster now, write it down, these lyrical trees are dry. (x3)