Текст песни The White Birch - Storm-Broken Tree

No need to fall
Though battles are won
The morning dew will sprawl
To taste us all
In the morning sun

And we will breathe
The smell of those last leaves
Weatherworn beauties
Claimed by the sea
Back from the days you were blown
Into me

No need for gall
The battle is drawn
The morning dew will fall
To wake us all
What is done is done

And we'll leave be
The smile on the last seed
Of the storm-broken tree
Like I swore the beauty
From that night we were sworn
Would go free