Zedhead

Frost-bitten evergreen the stars they form a tree

I’m walkin’ backwards so the leaves can spill on me

Five lives are ordered

And there’s fifty lives to tell

Bodies escapin’ from the tolling of the bell

There’s people talkin’ to me what is there to say?

I’m talkin’ backwards so the voices fade away

Fly my bed Fly my bed Fly my . . 

Frost-bitten evergreen, the stars they form a tree

I’m walkin’ backwards so the leaves can spill on me

Five lives are ordered

And there’s fifty lives to tell

Bodies escapin’ from the tolling of the bell

There’s people talkin’ to me what is there to say? I’m

Talkin’ backwards so the voices fade away Fly my bed

Fly my bed Fly my bed