Lyrics

Lying in bed, I find an egg I hold it to the light and see its insides They're still there somehow beneath a pale shell that should've been broken by now Things like you don't last too long Look at what the arborists have done I've got no limbs, I cannot hold a thing I wish you could've seen me back when I was strong This tree is no place for an egg to find it's home (no place like this) Things like you don't last too long Far away I climb a hill Make my way up a cement tower Where bad kids in uniform Smoke cigarettes and write curse words You ask me to write to you Instеad I sing this song But not loud enough to makes its way Across an ocean or a fiеld You write But not fast enough To catch me Before I come home