Lyrics

Peel the paper from the bones A seed waits beneath the soil The ink is pushing further up your spine From your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heart Weight bends the birches low Fades more with every blow A whisper spreads the letters randomly From your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heart Should someone carve a heart Let the blood hit the ground It adds a bit of truth, turns the chestnut into the sweetest fruit Don't let the raven nest Don't let it fly Bye bye