Regurgitate my words, i write so i can feed
And Death grows like a tree, that's planted in my chest
İts roots are my feet, i walk so it wont rest
Baby am lost...
I try to push the colors through a prism back to while
To sync our different pulses in to a blinding light
And if love is not the key. If love is not the key
I hope that i can find a place where it could be
I know that in your heart there is an answer to question
That i am not as yet aware that i have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That i alone ahave let them pass
Baby i am yours
Asaf Avidan 
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