[Verse 1] Dug the hole where she used to swing her legs in the trees, her laughter echoing like a whisper on the breeze Reading library books as her toes danced in the hue, time slipping away as the shadows once knew Six feet isn’t far when engulfed in such sorrow— regrets weigh like mountains, dimming hopes of tomorrow [Chorus] Now the roots know her name better than me Her hair entwined, whispers rise through the leaves You've always loved this place, now it belongs to you And I’m just the one who tends to your stone When the rain shifts it again, I'm left alone [Verse 2] Found her favorite hairclip caught in the vine one June— A butterfly of plastic, lost to yesterday's tune Left it in the ivy, some things aren't meant to play, like a gentle sigh in the wind as she faded away Like the voicemail I still haven’t erased: *(Dad, it’s me, look up—the leaves at our place)* [Chorus] Now the roots know her name better than me Her hair entwined, whispers rise through the leaves You've always loved this place, now it belongs to you And I’m just the one who tends to your stone When the rain shifts it again, I'm left alone [Outro] I sat so long my shadow blurred with the bark Might not rise this time, lost in the dark The oak doesn’t mind, keeps the space bright like a spark
