Lyrics Timber Timbre

Timber Timbre

I Get Low

If I could I would turn

Back into dust

You would look so good to me

I could almost taste it

One moment I'm a king

The next minute I'm nothing

I just wanted to feel alright

But it's not that simple

I get low low low low low low

On my own

I get low low low low low low

On my own

In the palm of my hand

An empire summoned

As if it was born

All substance crumbled

It was a vain attempt

At the meaning of life

I should have better ways

Of spending my time

Like climb the mountain

Like sail the sea

Like build my house up

Or start my family

It's time to get out

It's time to make a living

I reach the summit

But I come tumblin' back down

I get low low low low low low

On my own

I get low low low low low low

On my own