The Man-Eating Tree - King Of July lyrics

As if catching a wave Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a warning As if soaring on wings wide In the bluest of skies And burnt so by the sun As if one whisper Could brand me for good Burn a mark for all eyes to see Door of a promise opened And closed again Believed it Wrote all the names down Then leaned back and forgot Nothing left there to link This stand-in to the real me