New Love Grows On Trees - Peter Doherty

Are you still talking to All of those dead film stars

Like you used to And are you still thinking of All of those pretty rhymes

And perfect crimes

Like you used to.

And if you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Shall I kill you like you asked me to?

If you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Shall I kill you I know you told me to But I really don’t want to I remember every single thing you said to me You played the man and I was Calvary

And you said, ah you said

New love grows on trees

New love grows on trees

New love grows… New love grows on trees!

If you please and if you don’t please

That makes perfect nonsense to me As a price of being free these days

It’s ridiculous…

Are you still shaking out

All the dead wood from your bed love

Like you used to?

Well times don’t change and

Are you still thinkin of All of those perfect rhymes for love divine?

Oh no, you really don’t have to If you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Oh, should I kill you like you asked me to?

If you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Should I kill you?

You told me to,

But I really don’t want to I remember every single thing you said to me You played the man, and I was Calvary

You said new love grows on trees

New love grows on trees

New love grows… New love grow on trees