By The Chestnut Tree - Rasmus Kellerman

Little by little

You come back to haunt me

Ever so brittle

Is this awful memory

I feel your eyes closing behind me

Slamming shut as

You drift away

I’ll never forget that day

I go flying

Out through the windshield

Across the road

On to the wilted fields

I think to myself

Is this all that I can be

As I lie in the lee

Of the chestnut tree

Little by little

The sidewalk fills with your blood

Ever so brittle

You are engulfed by the flood

And as you drift

In your ship of broken glass

I watch you disappear

Through the underpass