What a weird time to be alive Tryin' to be free is suicide What a weird time to be alright When everyone feels like they have to fight Breaking down what we have built So we can start again from the ground We can learn from our mistakes But only if we know the truth We can make it better than ourselves, but we'll have to act like friends We can make a system that includes every type of me and you We can make it better, here and now But we'll need to act together, towards surrender Lay our guards down so we'll end this all at once What a weird time to be alive I can't decide if its time to hide I hope that my friends will be alright We still have time; we will survive

I am reaching up, my many arms are growing Breathing in the warm air, feeding on the light. Underground a wealth of nutrients and water Beating overhead, my god sustains my life Oh, living through the seasons Growing larger every year Oh, living through the seasons This part is the easiest for me Periods of light and warmth diminish And my extremities follow suit Succulent green becomes flimsy orange Finally disjoining as gossamer brown paper Oh, living through the seasons Growing stronger every year Oh, living through the seasons It's getting a little easier on me Steadily the night expands to fill the daytime My beloved Sol stays hidden beyond the mountains Permeating chill has severed the last of my leaves Undulating ice is falling from the sky Oh, living through the seasons Loosing feeling every year Oh, living through the seasons It's getting a little easier on me Then return the birds, with melodies of romance Furnishing a nest as days begin to dilate Now has come the time to unfurl new beginnings I am reaching up, my many arms are growing I am reaching up, my many arms are growing Oh, living through the seasons Healing stronger every year Oh, living through the seasons It's getting a little easier on me