Turning Trees
I have fallen from a great height
Will I ever hit the ground?
But pick me up before I fall back down again
Time is dwindling, my friend
Time is dwindling, my friend
These hands are chiselled to the bone
Speak of things you'll never know
Only time will tell where things go
Turning trees into stone
Turning trees into stone
Build a bridge on our own terms
Overcome the water below
These things were meant for our purpose
I choose to shape them so
These hands are chiselled to the bone
They speak of things you'll never know
Only time will tell where things go
Turning trees into stone
Turning trees into stone
These hands are chiselled to the bone
Speak of things you'll never know
Only time will tell where things go
Turning trees into stone
Turning trees into stone