• Being tired doesn't mean you're ever gonna sleep
    Because the root of that problem is far too deep
    Looking at brown leaves won't tell you why
    The worms in it's roots are making it die.

    So you look at the surface, the parts that you see,
    But the things you change there will never help me
    It's the worms in the roots that kill in the night
    Without killing the problem you can't make a thing right

    And the problem won't be helped by being shared
    Cause the problem's a problem in ways they've not dared
    To think could live in the roots from the seed
    they planted in the ground in almost greed
    when they suspected it'd turn out just like they planed
    In a very different world and on very different land
    And in this different time and different place
    Was first born what would make me a disgrace.

    In the dark of the night and the light of the moon
    I was changed by the catch of breath and a swoon
    By brown hair and eyes of a misspelled blue
    And a scene once forget but none-the-less true
    And that's what put all the worms into me
    The terrifying cause of this tired, brown tree.