Grey and green, not black and white
The heart turns stone if you hold it tight
I watch the dawn put her sky to bed
Been up all night with her eye so red
I feel your trunk; it’s wide and strong
Breathing tree take me along
Won’t you raise me up my friend
I want to see her rise again
Sometimes blue, but always green
We wash our hands to feel the clean
Head to my chest, I whisper you
Deep in your dreams, I don’t get through
Something sacred when I’m alone
Call your name on that psychic phone
Kiss on your head, telepathy
I’m calling but you don’t answer me
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