Treeline

This was sent to my brother for feedback. What he sent to me was his own (better) extended version of what I wrote. I've added this track that has both. (me) Down by the water I held my dreams of flying across that silver-moon sky But I fell down to the top of the tree-line and wondered why oh why Would I rather be homeless, semi-unconcious, on the corner begging for change Than to fall deep so deep for someone and end up a hostage of love These feet don't reach the deep-end Mother, won't you help me get out of here safely? (todd) oh stand up and act like man, she said As I sit with my head in my hands You can pick me apart but you won't leave me in pieces No, I swear you're just pounding sand Would I rather be nameless, no money and fame-less singing without any air Than to fall deep so deep for someone and end up living a lie Feet, carry me quickly or I'll never find my way back home