Lyrics

A tree can float on the water for weeks But it doesn't turn it into a crocodile See things may come and things may go But here is a thing that you ought to know We must accept the weather, love and death In a few years I'll miss an arm, grow a leg Now I will continue floating for a while But that doesn't change me into a crocodile The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing Well I can be the table that you'll be eating from And also the be the table that you are leaning on Then time will come for me to split in half I focus on the space between you and myself Are you shouting freedom or rattling your chains Turn me into a door and paint across the grain The water ain't contagious, now what do you expect Too scared to dive into a lake you never checked The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way that you think makes the thought that comes out The way that you play makes the color of the sound The way you ignore will prevent you from stewing The way that you do, makes the thing that you're doing The way