The farther side of the end Don't let me forget What it's like to be greener The fallen trees make a bridge And I can't tear enough down to help me fix this And I'm like a wind-up toy That never gets tired of spinning around Cluttered thoughts in my brain No room to grow, I'll pray for rain I can't go to sleep I have chemical dreams Don't wake me up if I go under knife The fallen trees make a bridge And I can't tear enough down to help me fix this