Throng from The Grain by Dead Seconds

Footsteps pull me through, with a weight I can't explain.
I don't know how long I was lost, but I know how much it cost.
Copper leaves will hide my way.

The sun came with the wind, and they rose. The grass bent low and then froze.
The trees just grow in circles to the ridgeline up above, where the sun is that much closer.
The sun can't get enough

Have we lost control? Do we need it anymore?
I know its not gone for good. Just dropped it in the woods.
Misplaced sense of war.

The sun came with the wind, and they rose. The grass bent low again then it froze.
The trees are churning burning a silver canopy above.
Yeah, the ones that reach for lightning are the ones that reach too much.
Ive never been so cunning and you'll never be the same, because I know every branch is every single vein.

Coursing through the sky, bleeding from my eager eyes.
Their restless now I see it but I dont know how.
If you grant me second wind Ill ride it till the very end.
You selfish Sun why wont you take anyone?

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