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 treesYeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leavingI carved your name with a heart just up above
Now swollen, distorted, unrecognizable like our love
The smell of leaf mold and the sweetness of decay
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, todayYeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leavingYou 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 meOh no, no, I might as well go
And tell it to the treesYeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leavingGo and tell it to the trees, yeah
Go and tell it to the trees, yeah
Go and tell it to the trees, yeah
Go and tell it to the trees, yeah
Go and tell it to the trees, yeah