Oh, can you see all the colours I bleed?
And can you hold what my soul can't carry?
Oh, can you take all the pieces of me
And bury them by the roots of the Sycamore tree?
We're heading far, catching lies we're living
Running out of signs that reminds us why
We're walkin' far, countin' hearts
It's alive and I know you know
Know, know, know
Know, know, know
Know, know, know
Know, know, know
Know, know, know
Know, know, know (hmm)
What we came for