Isn't it strange to see my life
Good years, nightmares
And oh, the windy weather
And oh, the simple pleasures
You must cut me down to look inside
This ring tells of rain, this one's summers
How is it I remember knowing that I would live forever
And oh, the windy weather
Isn't it strange how truth can change
Dry spells, brushfire
This ring tells of rain and this one's summer