The Trees

I took an air rifle Shot a magpie to the ground And it died without a sound

Your skin's so pale Against the fallen autumn leaves No-one saw us but the trees

Yeah, the trees Those useless trees Produce the air That I am breathing

Yeah, the trees Those useless trees They never said That you were leaving

I carved your name With a heart just up above Now swollen, distorted Unrecognisable, like our love

You smell of leaf mould And the sweetness of decay Or the incense at the funeral procession here today

And the trees Those useless trees Produce the air That I am breathing

Yeah, the trees Those useless trees They never said That you were leaving

Ah

Try to shape the world to what you want the world to be Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me

Oh, no, I might as well I might as well go tell it to the trees, yeah

Oh yeah, the trees Those useless trees Produce the air That I am breathing

Yeah, the trees Those useless trees They never said That you were leaving

Go and tell it to the trees, yeah Go tell it to the trees, yeah Go tell it to the trees, yeah Go tell it to the trees, yeah Go tell it to the trees, yeah