And I’m still 5 years old 
When I get out of that water 
Hair dripping 
Lips all blue 

Being here makes me want to die 
Leaving does the same 
Being here makes me want to die 
Leaving does the same 

When you came here for the very first time 
Do you remember what the water made you feel 
Do you recall how big the countryside was 
And how small you felt in every way 

When the mountains caved in 
And you felt 
Like you needed to tell your mother
How you’re gonna miss her when she dies

Being here makes me want to die 
Leaving does the same
Being here makes me want to die
Leaving does the same

TAIGA WOODS