Confiding in rivers Telling my secrets to the moon What does that make me And what I believe in, is it true? Feels out of body When it's quiet after 2 I steady my breathing 'Cause it's all that I can do One day I'II wither And regrow to something new For now I make notes of The greenest greens and bluest hues Feels out of body When even the quiet gets loud too But I'm breathing 'Cause it's all that I can do And there's no control to lose