Tree Song

Eternal Echoes: Self Doubt's Yearning Beneath the Tree
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Lyrics

Year two thousand and fourteen and I was so cold

Reflection on the year 2014, feeling emotionally distant or unresponsive

Sittin' under the same tree with roots half exposed

Symbolic imagery of being under a tree with exposed roots, possibly representing vulnerability or shared experiences

And we were alone

Emphasizing a sense of isolation or solitude

Heya pretty girl can you see me you're looking so cold

Addressing someone attractive and asking if they notice the emotional state

Sittin' under the same tree with roots half exposed

Reiteration of the imagery under the tree, reinforcing a shared experience

Now you to know

Highlighting the importance of mutual understanding or acknowledgment


If I held your hand

Pondering the significance of physical connection, perhaps holding hands

If I hold your hand

Repetition of the contemplation of holding hands, suggesting a desire for closeness

Been running away

Admitting to avoiding something or someone

I'm running away

Reiteration of the theme of running away, possibly from emotional challenges


Heya pretty girl can you hear me

Reaching out to the same person, expressing concern for their well-being

You're shivering cold

Observing the person as emotionally vulnerable or distressed

Sleeping under the same sea forever imposed

Introducing the idea of sharing a challenging or enduring experience symbolized by the sea

Now you to know

Reiterating the importance of mutual understanding and acknowledgment

Heya pretty girl can you heal me you're shivering cold

Continuing the narrative, expressing concern for the person's well-being

Sleeping under the same sea forever composed

Extending the sea imagery, now implying a lasting, composed connection

Now you ought to know oh

Stating that now the person should be aware or understand

I held you

Recalling a moment of physical connection, possibly indicating a shift in the relationship

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