Blue Mile - Of The Trees, Barclay Crenshaw & Strategy

I took an air rifle Shot 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