Under the Trees
Kyle Wood
So many reasons, So much time
The reasons why, we tell lies
We are the people, We are the snakes
That have pain, but still have laughs to make
Letâs go for the apple
Lets climb the tree, Lets climb to leave
The life that we try to receive
Time to try, to try again
And taste the life, taste the win
Such a beautiful flavor
There goes the sand, There goes your head
Here is the place, you once lead
Now letâs go, Now letâs start
For all fools, who follow only their heart
Ignoring the whispers
Everything ends, only to begin again
Everything goes away, only to return
Eroding pride is not always a bad thing
So says the backwards clock