Wicked Tree
Quelle: Spotify
Wicked Tree is standing tall. All alone and there for all
To hang their woes upon its limbs, to hang their woes upon its limbs
The child that grows within its bark can't contemplate this time scarred mark;
With velvet gloves and iron fist, velvet gloves and iron fist
I can't feel it any more. Its leaves don't even shine
It wasn't just a waste of time
Exploring faces from the past. Always change but still they last;
Echoes from a canyon deep, echoes from a canyon deep
In a garden of blue fog, our love is tested in this bog
Changing upward still we grow, changing upward will we grow
It was more than I could take, my memories cruel flow
I drained it down into the lake and there I let it go
If you see me looking mean, trust that I've just seen
Ghost of wicked, wicked tree
It was more than I could take, my memories cruel flow
I just kissed the crystal flake and then I let it go
If you see me looking mean, trust that I've just seen
Ghost of wicked, wicked tree
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