Willow Tree March - The Paper Kites

You fall through the trees

And you pray with your knees on the ground

For the things that you need

With your lust and your greed weighing down

And you weaken your love

And you hold it above your head

Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed

And we all still die

Yeah we all still die

What will you leave behind?

Oh we all still die

You fall through the trees

And you pray with your knees on the ground

For the things that you need

With your lust and your greed weighing down

And you weaken your love

And you hold it above your head

Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed

And we all still die

Yeah we all still die

What will you leave behind?

Oh we all still die

Marching away from the stream

This tree it will die without leaves

Marching away from the stream

This tree it will die without leaves

This tree it will die

This tree it will die

And we all still die

Yeah we all still die

What will you leave behind?

Oh we all still die

And we all still die

Yeah we all still die

What will you leave behind?

Oh we all still die

Ohhhhhhh…

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