I sit in a storm of emotions
And I think I have never found
The clarity to sound my forgiveness
Maybe the storm will pass some day
I sit in a whirlwind of feelings
And I think I have never looked
And seen things from outside my perspective
I mean that
You meant so much to me but I hold like a grip
And maybe love has got a lighter touch
Rooted flowers do not slip from high places
You meant so much to me but the balance has tipped
And maybe love is equal in the rough
Rooted flowers do not slip from high places
I sit in the bowels of the rainclouds
And even they've shed fewer tears
I think it will take years 'til I move on
My dreams dictated by your gaze
I sit in the bulb of a raindrop
And maybe through the water's edge
I'll see things from your side for a moment
I hope so
You meant so much to me but I hold like a grip
And maybe love has got a lighter touch
Rooted flowers do not slip from high places
You meant so much to me but the balance had tipped
And maybe love is equal in the rough
Rooted flowers do not slip from high places
I guess that love is violent in a way
(Guess that love is violent in a way)
When nothing I can sing will make you stay
(Nothing I can sing will make you stay)
But gradually I'm learning that's ok
Ok, oh
Ok
I sit in a queer sort of time frame
You were my future, present, past
And now that didn't last I'm adjusting
The clock hands
You meant so much to me but I hold like a grip
(I'm letting go now, I'm letting go)
And maybe love has got a lighter touch
Rooted flowers do not slip from high places
You meant so much to me but the balance had tipped
And maybe love is equal in the rough
Rooted flowers do not slip from high places
And we were high enough
We were high enough
We were high enough
