And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me

I could have told you all that I love you

And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from

I could have told you all that I love you

And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die

I could have told you all that I love you

And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met

I could have told you all that I love you

And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been

I wish I could have told you all:

In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see

Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds

You're a rock to me

I know where you're from, but where do you belong?

In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath

In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me

All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up

Until there's nothin' left to breathe

And you think you feel most everything

And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings

To be pulled, strings to be pulled

So you think you've figured out everything

But we know that our minds are just made out of strings

To be pulled, strings to be pulled

All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up

Until there's nothing left to breathe

Up until there's nothin' left to speak.

Up until the better parts of space