The Trees

The Trees

Like a foot on the ground
Float down now through the past
I can be (oh) so mad

You just sit like an old lout
You steal all that I can think
I can be (oh) so… You look at me, can you hear?

What do you hope to find?
Lies are the money now
I can be (oh) so mad

I just sit and watch it
They make me feel so sick
I shoot between those links

Now how can you feel that
Yeah this is my time to fade away

I can see now the fallen trees

You try to climb, you burn the trees
You try to climb to find in me

Now how can you feel that
Yeah this is my time to fade away