Lyrics:

And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to meI could have told you all that I love youAnd in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're fromI could have told you all that I love youAnd in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll dieI could have told you all that I love youAnd on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd metI could have told you all that I love youAnd in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've beenI wish I could have told you all:In this life like weeds, eyes need us to seeHearts need us to bleed, in this life like weedsYou're a rock to meI know where you're from, but where do you belong?In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breathIn this life like weeds, you're a rock to meAll this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, upUntil there's nothin' left to breatheAnd you think you feel most everythingAnd we know that our hearts are just made out of stringsTo be pulled, strings to be pulledSo you think you've figured out everythingBut we know that our minds are just made out of stringsTo be pulled, strings to be pulledAll this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, upUntil there's nothing left to breatheUp until there's nothin' left to speak.Up until the better parts of space