Fallen Trees - Justin Currie

I was alone and trawling through the valley for peace

When there, through the teardrops hanging in the doorway, I freeze

My kind of people, already leaning into one another

Like fallen trees

Why am I always drawn to the trough on my knees?

Broken in a way that none of us can fathom or ease

My kind of people, lying around in the wreckage of the laughter

Like fallen trees

And nothing’s gonna change the way we deal

With the ruins of our feelings by pushing on the ceiling

So as I collapse into another huddle, I see

That no one is holding any other brother but me

My kind of people, they can take the weight of any other

Like fallen trees