I Am No Explorer

There's a forest, there's a forest in these grounds,
trees are bodies branches and arms flailing around.

Slowly, un-sow me, control me with your finger tips.
Slyly, deny me and soothe me until my wings are clipped.

Chorus
Cast me like an anchor, cast me in the sea.
and if i'm always waiting then would you come back for me?
Cast me like a paper plane out in the breeze,
and if i'm always soaring then would you come after me?

There's a mountain, there's a mountain in this town,
steeps of concrete with no foot-holes to be found.

So hold me, unfold me, support me with your tiny limbs.
Tell me, dispel me, forgive me of my simple things.