Can’t See the Forest for the Trees Verse 1 We measured every acre, Counted what the timber’s worth, Drew another border line Across the breathing skin of Earth. Called it growth and progress, Called it profit, called it need, But somewhere in the numbers We forgot the air we breathe. Pre-Chorus We talk about survival, Like it’s some mystery to solve, While chainsaws sing the answer down And concrete takes it all. Chorus Can’t see the forest for the trees, Can’t feel the breath for what we need. We’re tearing down the lungs of Earth And wondering why we struggle to breathe. It’s simple as the sky above, Simple as the roots beneath. Forests turn the carbon into oxygen… And oxygen is what we need. Verse 2 We poisoned streams and paddocks, Burned the edges, cleared the shade, Traded ancient living systems For another housing stage. Then we shake our heads at heatwaves, Floods and seasons out of sync, As if the land’s not speaking Every time we stop and think. Pre-Chorus We say we want the future, But keep cutting through the past. Funny how we chase tomorrow By destroying what would last. Chorus Can’t see the forest for the trees, Can’t feel the breath for what we need. We’re tearing down the lungs of Earth And wondering why we struggle to breathe. It’s simple as the sky above, Simple as the roots beneath. Forests turn the carbon into oxygen… And oxygen is what we need. Bridge Not every tree is just a tree. Not every patch is spare. A forest is a living lung, A memory, a prayer. You can’t keep taking every green thing Till the whole world turns to grey, Then act surprised when life itself Gets harder by the day. Build Leaf by leaf, Breath by breath, What are we leaving after this? Root by root, Shade by shade, Why do we wreck the things that save? Final Chorus Can’t see the forest for the trees, Can’t feel the breath for what we need. We’re tearing down the lungs of Earth And wondering why we struggle to breathe. It’s simple as the sky above, Simple as the roots beneath. Forests turn the carbon into oxygen… And oxygen is what we need. Outro It’s not complicated. It’s not hidden deep. If we kill the lungs of our own world… How the hell do we expect To breathe?
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