Wet wood
When you ask what I am? And when I can't find the truth I always call myself In a forest, I'm wet wood
You ask me what I mean And I say, next question please Can't handle the real truth 'Cause I am a wet wood
That distance from me and the river was tempting I can't help but try to jump in but then brush it
That morning when I wake up I find myself, little me Looking back and when I see it I was just a sprouting tree
Slowly when the rain watered Taught me laughter and pain Agony came together With ray of hope, that is flickering
You ask me what I mean And I say, next question please Can't handle the real truth 'Cause I am a wet wood
Grew together and cut down With butterflies and bugs surround Ready to show my flames But I, fail cause I am a wet wood
You ask me what I mean And I say, next question please Can't handle the real truth 'Cause I am a wet wood
Smell like scattering ashes Don't hold me I am extra baggage Running through my heavy feet Just want to return back to my tree
Cause I am an unused wood Dry once, got drowned, wet wood I am not looking for sun or chances Finding peace in the leaf that dances
Why do you ask me what I mean? What if I meant nothing What if you can't understand it Intellectual? Simplification? No I don't need my reputation Cause that thing went in the ashes And I am not looking for any chances
You ask me what I mean And I say, next question please Can't handle the real truth 'Cause I am a wet wood
You search for a gold mine Black but I am coal mine Whatever mess, its on me No, I'll never dream of someone else with me
~original song written by Rune
