Voice: You’re alright?

I cannot reconcile myself to this –I cannot reconcile myself to this –
I wish I could!I wish I could!
I cannot live the life I ought to live –I cannot live the life I ought to live –
I know I should!I know I should!

I cannot bring myself to pray,I cannot bring myself to pray,
Except to wish these words away.Except to wish these words away.
They echo round my head.They echo round my head.

But soon they will escapeSoon
Across the bleak landscape.Across the bleak landscape.

There is a tree that grows out of this earth.There is a tree that grows out of this earth.
It stands alone.It stands alone.
There is a wind that shaped it from its birthThere is a wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown.By whom the seed was sown.

I cannot bring myself to sing.I cannot bring myself to sing.
It is a wild, untethered thingIt is a wild, untethered thing
That echoes round my head.That echoes round my head.

But soon it will escapeSoon
Across the bleak landscape.Across the bleak landscape.

I cannot bring myself to… speak
Except to wish myself asleep, asleep.
Every word unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
And when I go to bed,
I dream that

Soon I will escapeSoon
Across the bleak landscape.Across the bleak landscape.
And soon we shall escape
Across our very own bleak landscape.Own bleak landscape