The trees
PulpShot 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