Bristlecone Pine

In a place far away from here
I grow my eyes in the soil
No one knows my whereabouts
I’m in the dead still of night
Watching lights having arguments
They soon will be the bristlecone pine
I couldn’t escape, I wanted to land on my feet
We’re lonely in a state of complete
I asked you why you didn’t dance with me
I couldn’t escape, I wanted to land on my feet
We’re lonely in a state of complete
I asked you why you didn’t dance with me