Tree Bursts -

We came here to ask if you’d stop selling them

My body is broken and bruised

My body is broken and bruised

We came here to ask if you’d stop selling them

We’ve been press ganged and hurriedly held

We’ve been forgotten quicker than felled

And you’re taken aback by the length of the list you’ve been thrown on

The tailback of timorous souls who’ve been dropped on the grey road from

branches

The leaves that fall louder than backfire all orage and Hallowe’en red

On a beautiful road

We came here to ask if you’d stop selling them

My calibre craters in skin

From the trouble I’ve found myself in

We came here to ask if you’d stop selling them

In the god-fearing home of the brave

as I crawl out the pram to the grave

And you’re taken aback by the length of the list you’ve been thrown on

The tailback of timorous souls who’ve been dropped on the grey road from

branches

The leaves that fall louder than backfire all orage and Hallowe’en red

On a beautiful road

It harks back to tree bursts in snow

It harks back to tree bursts in snow

It harks back to tree bursts in snow

It harks back to tree bursts in snow

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

And you’re taken aback by the length of the list you’ve been thrown on

The tailback of timorous souls who’ve been dropped on the grey road from

branches

The leaves that fall louder than backfire all orage and Hallowe’en red

On a beautiful road