Tall trees stand firm.
It's you I yearn,
I feel, I think, I may.
Small things carry a lot of weight.
I feel, I think, I may.
All the people's eyes,
All of these pupils,
tear down what I have to say.
These roots dig so deep.
These roots dig so deep.
Dark clouds block what you can't see.
I feel, I think it's me.
Is everyone like this?
Is everyone like me?
I feel, I think we'll see.
Saturated by the people and the things.
Luke-warm feelings.
Luke-warm feelings.
Jesus came and saved me.
Jesus pulled me out of that wet dirt.
Tall trees stand firm.
It's you I yearn,
I feel, I think it's me.
All the people's eyes,
All of these pupils,
tear down what I have to say.
These roots dig so deep.
These roots dig so deep.
Is everyone like this?
Is everyone like me?
I feel, I think we'll see.
