it's been said of trees that they're imperfect men imprisoned by the roots between their sins with branches that reach into the dirt like arms to plant their thoughts like seeds but it never seemed so to me we're all living in the same room and the heavens are the roof we're all living in the shadow of a canyon bigger than us it's been said that fire is just a greedy flame with lights to distract from all it hopes to gain all dressed up in colors to ignite it's claim and a heart that's much like me but I've never felt all that free we're all living in the same room and the heavens are the roof we're all living in the shadow of a canyon bigger than us