Bounded By

While I'm waving in the wind I'm searching for new ones Dirty pines While I'm waving in the wind I'm searching for new ones In her holy spirit, with dirty pines of mine Fat lady's voices tried to write something right Misunderstood lies are trying to get out I'm looking into her eyes with flashes of light Grass is growing it makes me blind I'd like to hold her hand everytime I'm looking how my plant is growing up