Caught between the past and future
Take in the repercussions
Present in the painful picture
Caught up in moment's suspension
What's right
What's wrong
Soon it won't matter
Soon it's all gone
Countless options and possibilities
Never question your abilities
To decide which path to take
In the dance of life; it's yours to make
Even the sun hits the ferns on the forest floor.
The forest fire's started
Someone will burn broken hearted
Don't throw yourself in the fire
Or it'll be everyone's funeral pyre
Even the sun hits the ferns on the forest floor.
Flash fires are a part of life
Nature's way to cauterize gashes
The greenest trees grow from the ashes
I'm already reborn
I can hold my own
I can take your issues as mine
I assure you, I'll be fine
Let me be your guilty pleasure
Let me be your hidden treasure
But I won't be your dirty secret
Cause no one wants to keep it
Even the sun hits the ferns on the forest floor
Sometimes even green leaves fall in spring