Letras:
Trees Cold And Alone

's a weight on my chest, not atop but within Begging me each day to stop and give in Like an ocean of water, cold, black and dim I am the ink and the

: My mind's at home here in this cold November breeze. This frost, it stabs my skin, and grays the branches of these trees. My breath is a ghost as it

steady drinking smoking the green weed and your head is sorta blinking you're going with the flow and everybody is getting plowed and the voices and the music and

aint around, they bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag Take one hit and slide off to the

comes to claim me My friends and my family will gather around my grave And they'll believe that they knew me and loved me and missed me And all call me

snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees, and there in the night My father's house stood shining hard and bright The branches and brambles tore my clothes and

low She and I we'd often go there To admire and sometimes kneel in prayer; Lords and ladies lie in stone, Hand in hand from long ago, And though their

: On Cherry Hill there's a house Behind the trees The air is cold and seeping with misery I'm all alone? no one but me? And it seems I'm going in tonight

Dark fingers strike the stars A tree stands proud and tall The desert is its fellow Alone it watches the land It guards the waste of (cold) sand This