Fasting in San Francisco

All trees are going down

Are going down, are going down

All trees are going down

Are going down, left with no air

It's getting cold

Way deep down in the corner of your heart

It's getting old

Hearing that same old story

And all of your pride is saving your mind

While I was sleeping in my bed

Tossing and turning trying to heal just right

And you were building walls instead

Little balls of angel hair

Rolled by the window, we both shared

You sentence me to be broken

Dance on my bones and

I will burn the incense, withering through the night

Card after card I kneel to pray

I will burn the incense, withering through the night

Card after card I kneel to pray

You preach about wisdom

You talk about my spirit guides

I dream those dreams smudged in sage

A fragile dandelion

I'm a fragile dandelion

All trees are going down

Are going down, are going down

All trees are going down

Are going down, left with no air