To Build A Home

Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...
for you
for me
Until it disappeared
from me
from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me...
for you
for me
Until it disappeared
from me
from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...