Bitter Branches (Demo)

Bitter branches spreading out
There is none more bitter than the wood
Into the white world it grows
Twisting under soldiers' feet

Standing in line of
The damp earth underneath
Holding up their rifles high
Holding their young wives
Who wave goodbye

Hold up the clear glass to look and see
Soldiers standing and the roots twist underneath
Their young wives with white hands wave goodbye
Their arms as bitter branches spreading into the world

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
They wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye