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