As you tower the grasses
Flowers have gone
That my mother had planted
Denied the cold

Offer my thought
And to you, I am young
Offer my thought
Into you, I am thrown

I, I know
Better to know
Better to know now
I, I know
Better to know
Better to know now

As you tower the grasses
Flowers have gone
That my mother had planted
To lower the sun

Offer my thought
And to you, I am none
Offer my thought
Into you, I am none

I, I know
Better to know
Better to know now
I, I know
Better to know
Better to know now

And to you, I am young
Into you, I am thrown
And to you, I
And to you, I am none

I, I know
Better to know
Better to know now
I, I know
Better to know
Better to know now