The Trees

I took an air-rifle shot a magpie to the ground

And it died without a sound

Your skin so pale against the fallen autumn leaves

And 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

The smell of leaf mould the sweetness of decay

Are the incense at the funeral procession here today

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

You 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, no I might as well go tell it to the trees

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 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