To build a Home...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds.
There is a tree as old as me.
Branches were sewn by the color of green.
Ground had arose and passed it's knees.

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top.
I climbed the tree to see the world.
When the gusts came around to blow me down.
I held on as tightly as you held onto me.
I held on as tightly as you held onto me.

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.

[The Cinematic Orchestra - To build a Home]