Sounds of Faces - Trees Planted by Strangers

From the flood
Green grass will follow
Overgrown
When healing is rushed
Like tiny hands
Fresh from the water
Like solemn eyes
Filled with distrust
Well here's to the days
We remember where we started
But is it too much
For our hearts to be good?
All the trees
Were planted by strangers
The tiny things
That make us feel fear
Now we weep
For horses on the freeway
Hawks on the line
The grey in our beards
Well here's to the days
We remember where we started
But is it too much
For our hearts to be good?
Is this all
Doomed to repeat
Now that we've got
All that we need?
Still idolize
Those who came before us
Still just as lost
Still able to bleed
Well here's to the days
We remember where we started
But is it too much
For our hearts to be good?

Written by:
Connor Peavey, Mike Homnick, Reilly Peavey

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