Like a Weed, Naturally, as a Matter of Course Songtext
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Like a Weed, Naturally, as a Matter of Course Songtext
It is not evil or sacred, it′s just life
He just doesn't defy the gravity of something
Life (sustenance)
Life (respected)
It′s drawn to each other (ubiquity)
Life (radiant)
Life (existence)
She doesn't need a name to distinguish him
Oh, she flies through the proud darkness
Rather than the breathless vastness of the world
And yet he did not reject the light herself
He believes she is one of a chain
It's no exception
It′s just less
I guess you can′t trust a gentle tiger
Life (sustenance)
Life (respected)
It's drawn to each other (ubiquity)
Life (radiant)
Life (existence)
He doesn′t need a name to distinguish her
Rulers are afraid of the wind
For the (for the)
Rustling (rustling)
(Trees) of the trees would take the night from them
Oh, he flies, to be the wings of the flightless
Fly high to be seen from everywhere
She just tells them he's there without whispering
He believes she′s one of a chain
Oh, he flies through the proud darkness
Rather than the breathless vastness of the world
And yet she did not reject the light himself
She believes he's one of a chain
At night to see the sun of tomorrow
He never wanted a special day
She just wants to be there
Like a weed, naturally, as a matter of course
He believes we′re one of a chain
(Matter of course)
She believes we're one
(Matter of course)
He just doesn't defy the gravity of something
Life (sustenance)
Life (respected)
It′s drawn to each other (ubiquity)
Life (radiant)
Life (existence)
She doesn't need a name to distinguish him
Oh, she flies through the proud darkness
Rather than the breathless vastness of the world
And yet he did not reject the light herself
He believes she is one of a chain
It's no exception
It′s just less
I guess you can′t trust a gentle tiger
Life (sustenance)
Life (respected)
It's drawn to each other (ubiquity)
Life (radiant)
Life (existence)
He doesn′t need a name to distinguish her
Rulers are afraid of the wind
For the (for the)
Rustling (rustling)
(Trees) of the trees would take the night from them
Oh, he flies, to be the wings of the flightless
Fly high to be seen from everywhere
She just tells them he's there without whispering
He believes she′s one of a chain
Oh, he flies through the proud darkness
Rather than the breathless vastness of the world
And yet she did not reject the light himself
She believes he's one of a chain
At night to see the sun of tomorrow
He never wanted a special day
She just wants to be there
Like a weed, naturally, as a matter of course
He believes we′re one of a chain
(Matter of course)
She believes we're one
(Matter of course)
Writer(s): Daisuke Ishiwatari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com