100% Tree - Dianogah

I bound down steps

Across the edge

With crouch and craggle

My clawed hand grasping

My clawed hand groping

I’m still hoping

Yes, I’m still hoping

You’re not far behind

Grass and brush

And Country’s short

A school team formed

And school divulged

And splinters, and sunburn, in summer

Bounce and turn, but I can float

We’ll never know the difference

But why can’t he swim

But I can float

I’ll never know the distance

I’m staring down at the dark green waters

They know their childhoods

And said, «clean days»

The river reflections

Looking back

Looking up at us

Looking up, at us

When ten years are gone

And I’m still sinking

My raw hand grasping

My clawed hand groping

I’m still hoping

Yes, I’m still hoping

Ten years have gone

And I’m still hoping

With splinters, and sunburn, in summer

Bounce and turn, but I can float

We’ll never know the difference

But why can’t he swim

But I can float

I’ll never know the distance