In a world where everything's fine, the trees roam free.
Where the lighting doesn't go 'CRASH.'
Where cameras don't flash.
All those colors are the trees.
All those hearts, broken or not
The people who have fought
For one to love
One to call their own.
If I could go back, I'd speak from my mind.
Oh, I know you're one of a kind.
I wouldn't have been as slow.
But not too fast.