...(i)...

Come with the raising,
Of you.

Two years ago in the woods,
Saw a branch,
Fall in the brook.

I'll lead you, i'll lead you,
To your throne.

But it's up to my knees now,
Build me up, for the breakdown.

And i carried this all for you,
And you know i did.
Taking hold caught a rash,
And you know i did.
Taking hold caught a rash,
And i did it all for you.
Taking hold caught a rash,
And it's all for you.