Album: Organic Waste

Tibourn Trees

Tender flood of your feelings' box,
unlocked for a brand new day...
You held your point of view
and they told you to run through other way...

Broken love to life on the grounds
that it wouldn't say...
I'm coming back to blow on the divine lot,
all the things you got …

Everyone is soiled, again... (X 4)
Handing words at your unstable hope,
in a bitter taste, I mislaid the faith,
now I tremble, stood on frameworks built of vain words...

They fill your eyes with ocean of sadness,
giving you the blame...
I'm coming back to please all the things you've fought,
all the things you got...

Everyone is soiled, again... (X 8)
Tender flood of your feelings' box,
unlocked for a brand new day...