No more than meager words were said,
the size of parsley seeds, that’s all...
The weight they held, with roots that spread
now grows a tree ten stories tall
The size of parsley seeds, that’s all...
although we tried to make amends
now, grows a tree ten stories tall.
And digs its roots, without an end
Although we tried to make amends,
the cross-grained knot that scars the wood,...
now digs its roots without an end
We'd cut it down, if chance we could
The cross-grained knot that scars the wood
can't be erased or disappear
We'd cut it down if chance we could
A lie once told, cannot come back
Lies spread their limbs and reappear
The weight they held, with roots that spread
a lie once told, cannot come back
No more than meager words were said
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