From the recording 1220
Lyrics
When the wind caught wind of me
She carried embers carelessly
My trembling hands and paper skin
Caressed her willingly
Often cut for my strengths
Knowing I'll be used
My only weakness was seeing myself in you
Once exposed I'll go back to black
So what does it matter if I turn to ash?
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
How does one bring about new growth
When all the other trees are making them choke?
I set the fire
And kept it ablaze
For you and I might not have seen better days
Under the surface
Your roots, so intertwined
Spread further than any living thing
Yet you hide
But the ash has settled
And the Gods agreed
Your clones can grow now
And finally breathe
When autumn comes
And her gales careen
I'll wave to you
But only if you wave to me
We'll shimmer like gold
And flicker like flames
For in the end
We found the light of day
How does one bring about new growth
When all the other trees are making them choke?
I set the fire
And kept it ablaze for you and I
For you and I
For you and I might not have seen better days