Lyrics

 
Fresh like the wind through the trees. That’s what it felt to me, where I stood in the mire. Words that could sear skin-deep, were the ones that brought my relief, like a purifying fire.
I don’t know when all this started happening to me. Must have been the day I was born. It withered green to brown out on the family tree. I just assumed it was the norm.
And I can justify my reasons. Hey, why can’t I just be the way that I am but ...
Chorus: You brought the mirror to me. Now there’s no way that I can’t see my expression is dour. I was as dark as the night, ‘till you opened up my blind eyes, like the touch of a healer.
Opened up (opened up), opened up (opened up) opened up (opened up). You opened up my blind eyes, you opened up my blind eyes. [repeat]
Yes, it was fresh like the wind through the trees. That’s what it felt to me, where I stood in the mire. Words that could sear skin-deep, were the ones that brought my relief, like a purifying fire.