No matter what happens next I know
None of us is a dead end dangling
From a sprawling treetop canopy
None of us is a dead end dangling
Fleshy fruit or brittle twig in the breeze
We all fall down eventually
Care for the soil and the little seeds
Immeasurable mulching of our leaves
Oooh ooooh
No matter how dark it gets I know
I can see the violet in the rainbow
Piercing through the haze in the winter
I can see the violet in the rainbow
Set my anchor let my kite soar
Intertwining roots on the forest floor
Take a little, give a little more
No one can tell you what your love is for
Just care for the soil and the seeds... oooooh
Brittle twig in the breeze... oooooh
Mulching over our leaves... oooooh
Mulching over our leaves... oooooh