How nice it would be to like in a world
where every oyster had its very own pearl
where every dog had its day
and the trees were breathing
If all of the clouds had nowhere to be
they could float on forever into eternity
and dance as the go
far below the trees are breathing
How nice it would be t live without hate
in the cool and the stillness and the silence ornate
where each of us can feel that the trees are breathing
How sad it might seem but how lucky we are
that we've only gotten here
but that we've made it this far
still you must believe
that the trees are breathing
How impatient in kindness but how simple and wild
how full of wonder like the face of a child
for the first time seeing that the trees are breathing
Reliving all the moments in the passing of the days
cause hindsight's 20/20 they say
but what do you believe in?
see the trees are breathing
And wont it be strange when all that remains
are these pieces of paper and the cars and the trains
once around us seething when the trees were breathing
So give me your heart and tell me what you've seen
everything you're going to be and all the things that you've been
and its all for one reason...
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