The Sublimation of an Oak

Wooden cage, you wait for me

If I lay, life goes on you see

I spend hours chasing days

Waiting for...

But waiting is better than Hell

Expulsed of its original nest

Old tree diminishes as the rain pours

The subtle wind moves forward

Rushes into the membrane

The trees began to fall (Open your eyes)

(And use your ears)

By thousands on the ground (Those kind of lies)

We all must name, oh, how (End up in tears)

(Behind the emptiness of a smile)

The nature burns (You will see)

Burns to ashes (Behind the emptiness of their smiles)

Oh, can we see (Open your eyes)

The flying tree (Open your eyes)

Beneath the full moon? (Open your eyes)