branches.

It feels like the the world is burning, there’s nothing but smoke in our eyes.
The room is on fire and were sitting still, just hoping that some help will arrive.

It’s a waiting game and the rules aren’t clear and we don’t know if we’ve won.
But we have no choice but to play along and just dream of better days to come.

I miss the days when we’d sway like a branch in the breeze.
I miss the sweet smell of your hair.
Can we go back to when it was just about love.
Love so pure people would stop and stare.

The Flood is here but I can’t feel the rain even though it’s driving outside.
The waves are crashing and the tensions are high but there is nobody on the beach.
There was was no training, no drill for this, nothing to prepare.
But I have faith that this too shall pass and we can get on to better things.

I miss the days when we’d sway like a branch in the breeze.
I miss the sweet smell of your hair.
Can we go back to when it was just about love.
Love so pure people would stop and stare.

Can we go back to when it was just about love.
Love so pure people would stop and stare.