You wouldn't talk to me
I'm just the little finger of your left hand
You cut me off. I watched you bleed
But you don't need me around
Love will break you down to dust and Earth will liberate you
My will reaches further than your feet can ever take you
Karma has a way of making us masters from the molten core
Now you're a passerby
How much you'd love me if I wasn't there
These weeds are overgrown
You're born to be alone
Too real to be made of stone...
Can anyone make you notice
Love will break you down to dust and Earth will liberate you
My will reaches further than your feet can ever take you
Karma has a way of making us masters from the molten core