Sorted
James Yuill
This is the end
Could this be our children's forest dying
Like no other
One eye never closes
Was your leaf like golden, gold
Like golden or
Life golden, life golden, oh
I feel like I sorted something
Now I can't hold back onto it
Desperate feelings close in trapping, warring
Life golden, life golden, oh
I feel like I sorted something
Now I can't hold back onto it
(I feel like I sorted)
(Mmm...)