歌词
Well I have never understood if your love is bad or good but I always want it. It’s dangerous and hard, impossible to disregard because you never flaunt it. And I would love to be a little closer to your tree but your limbs are falling. So maybe I could be the one who collects them by the ton and doesn’t let you see them.
I could stand underneath and drag them aside.
You wouldn’t see me at all so you wouldn’t have to confide any of the things that you don’t want me to know.
So I’m waiting for the sound of something heavy on the ground because I hear a cracking. Though I know that it will hurt I keep my eyes down toward the dirt I don’t need to see you breaking. When it lands, if I survive, I’ll quickly pull it to the side there’ll be no one invited. When it’s all been cut and stacked with papers pushed down in the cracks one of us will light it.
We won’t stand very close, you’ll be shielding your eyes
but we’ll stay till the end until there is nothing left but a pile of the gray and the black and the red that we’ll walk on when it’s cool.