Timber Timbre I Get Low
if i could i would turn
back into dust
you would look so good to me
i could almost taste it
one moment im a king
the next minute im nothing
i just wanted to feel alright
but its not that simple
i get low low low low low low
on my own
i get low low low low low low
on my own
in the palm of my hand
an empire summoned
as if it was born
all substance crumbled
it was a vain attempt
at the meaning of life
i should have better ways
of spending my time
i climbed the mountain
i sailed the sea
i built my house up
or start my family
it's time to get out
it's time to make a living
i reach the summit
but i come tumblin back down
i get low low low low low low
on my own
i get low low low low low low
on my own
