My horizon:
Jet-black mountain, crumbling into the sea
Littly city, you're still so young

But you got so dirty
Hey old ocean, are you still holding on?
You look so sad and empty

Fires burning, forest falling
Forevergreen, forevergone


I'll say a prayer for the trees by the side of the road
For the deer in the headlights, and the ashes, of the
fires still growing

And I'll say goodbye to the life of the aquamarine
To the catch of the day, and moonlight swimming


The heat on my back
Like two hands more likely to give than receive
Standing on the side of the highway

Taking shelter in the shade of the last big tree for
miles around
There are fires burning for miles around


Ashes to the ground.