Little Trees - Miracle Fortress
Written by：Graham Van Pelt
Basing everything I say on the red read words you've been
Sending my way
At the end of each day
I'll have lent you a phrase that I've read to
Regret 'til I'm red in the face
I won't ask for a cure
Not for a verse
Not for a glimpse from the heavens of earth
Or the worst of punishments meant for me first
Or the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns
Chasing history round with the birds
For the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work
And I'll learn ofa the waiting release
Or of him the releaser
Commander in chief
And police of the purified and of the beasts
So what else
And beyond and beyond and beyond
Being bonded to flesh
To lessons
Questions and tests
We might see what's left and what's leaving it's weight
I won't ask for a cure
Not for a verse
Not for a glimpse from the heavens of earth
Or the worst of punishments meant for me first
Or the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns
Chasing history round with the birds
For the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work
Aaaaaa
Aaaaaa
Deep beneath the ocean waves
There is a whale or two
As big as you might ever be as small
But the wails that a boy brings home
Can be as big as the sea little trees
Or any ocean breeze
Don't make me have to choose which side
There ain't no side to take if you're wide awake and free
Awake and free
High above the mountain range
There is a gull or three
As big as me
Maybe twice as strong
If I tried to sing 'em this old thing
They would sing to me a tweedle dee
Or in so many words
They can fly about as high as I could ever try
To never die
Or wonder why I do
Ooooooo
Why I do
Why I do
Why I do
