I sit by my window,
with everything I've done,
doors that I've opened and webs that I've spun
and the candle beside me,
burns to the left
and the rain on the clay sends a lizzard to its nest

When there will be a time,
when I would hold you again,
with my arms spread out,
on my chest you'll rest
and I'll write you a letter,
with everything I know,
about the weight of the world and the way things could go

So give up my friend,
step back again,
For some things will be given,
for some you'll have to bend,
you'll have to bend my friend to hold on till this
for some things will come easy,
and some will be a test,
you'll have to bend hmm

Now the ocean connects me,
to everything I know,
by mellowing my mind so my heart, it can go
with these trees as my witness,
I'll slice up some fruit,
and each to their piece for good intentions and truth

There will be a time,
when I would hold you again,
with my arms spread out,
I will dive right in,
So now here is your letter,
With everything I know
about the weight of the world and the way things could go,

So give up my friend,
step back again,
For some things will be given,
for some you'll have to bend,
you'll have to bend my friend
to hold on till this
for some things will come easy,
and some will be a test,
you'll have to bend hmm

Now the ocean connects me,
to everything I know,
by mellowing my mind so my heart, it can go
with these trees as my witness,
I'll slice up some fruit,
and each to their piece for good intentions and truth

There will be a time,
when I would hold you again,
with my arms spread out,
I will dive right in,
So now here is your letter,
With everything I know
about the weight of the world and the way things could go...