Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Trees, artist - Pulp. Album song Hits, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
The Trees |
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground &it died without a sound. |
Your skin 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. |
The smell of leaf mould &the sweetness of decay |
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. |
In the trees, those useless trees, etc. |
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. |
Go &tell it to the trees, yeah. |