Lyrics Birch - Swansonge

White birch trees
And birds on the breeze
Right in front of me
A scene so serene
I don't know
Just what to say
Stunt my growth
As the bark's stripped away

Pain
Lost in the roots
Of a bygone age
Branches
Paint a picture
Of a heart gone astray

Dirt turned to sand
In the promised land
It's fingers slip
From God's hand
Stuck in the soil
Lodged in the ground
Find a seed
Steeped in doubt

Soul has no reprieve
Leaves fall and it weeps
Fear of what's to come
Axe strikes, trunk's struck down