Lyrics:

And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me I could have told you all that I love you And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from I could have told you all that I love you And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die I could have told you all that I love you And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met I could have told you all that I love you And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been I wish I could have told you all: In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds You're a rock to me I know where you're from, but where do you belong? In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up Until there's nothin' left to breathe And you think you feel most everything And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings To be pulled, strings to be pulled So you think you've figured out everything But we know that our minds are just made out of strings To be pulled, strings to be pulled All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up Until there's nothing left to breathe Up until there's nothin' left to speak. Up until the better parts of space