Sep 11, 2007 02:48
Arborist
Ive broken all the windows
strewn the glass across the floor
to bloody up the footprints of
those who come to my door
no one gets out, no one gets in
Just wait,
I'll cut my hands off
I've got a fever
that takes all the room
In my bed, I'll waste my days
in my bed, i"ll waste away
You'll never know how much i miss you
I am your widow
I'll sleep with my memories
Soft and sweet
Soft and sweet, I'll sleep and dream
Of climbing trees
Just wait,
I'll cut my hands off
I've got a fever
That takes all the room
In my bed, I'll waste my days
In my bed, I'll waste away
And the sand in my eyes obscures
But i still recall
Resting in boughs unbroken
Lost in the leaves
Soft and green, safe between
The sky and the ground
I am found
I am found
I am found