I remember when

You said that if you whisper to the breeze somebody would hear you shouting out your hopes and dreams

But isn’t it funny that the stream has never heard you cry

As it picks you up, sweeps you away and swallows up your life

Now you can fly your kite and you can plant your seeds

But the rain keeps on falling while the water’s rising in the stream

And your kite came crashing down

And your seeds will never blossom because these flowers have all drowned

They’re drowning

And you’ve planted your roots beneath the grass and fallen leaves

You stand tall but when the wind blows you start swaying in the breeze

Until that stream that once got you so wet

Will uproot you and you’ll never see the sun again

You’ll never see the sun again

You’ll never see this sun again