Planta

I knew sap through my body
Like Acapulco gold
I'm getting ready
I don't know what's happening to me
That I can't go back
(To hear, to hear)

So much going off on tangents
Now I go through the wounds
Faith wasn't enough
Once a week
I can't go back
(To hear, to hear)

My vegetal voice
Today I need to have my feet tied
In the air I know I'm nothing but less
Than what I could be
I resist
To push you into another game of chance
In the air reverberates the longing of my voice
My vegetal voice
Vegetal
Vegetal love