Papa Video (MV)

Tall trees
Lookin down at me
Cool breeze
Makes you feel at ease

And I feel no pain at all
And I ain't done nothin wrong
This place feels like my home

Soft grass
Tickles underneath
Black thoughts
Darker than the bruises on her feet

And I feel nothin at all
And it ain't nobody's fault
It ain't nobody's fault

What is that thing
Left from a tree?
Once it's cut down, can you name it for
Me

I'll point it out so you can see
Papa, a stump
Papa, a stump

I saw your face
Inside a dream
Through double doors, you walked toward me

I felt your touch, fingers in my back
Whispered in your ear, are you proud of me