Old Tree के बोल

A old tree in the city park There is a leaf into his soul I can mean I did see his wood into my scars Oh, I often feed his birds Oh, when will this stop? The end of a season is merciless and raw Oh, this is a little piece of a died craw Oh, this is a tired body in the sand Oh, no, no, no Sometimes I remember all the old blood Gray skies, a fallen rose and a piece of my wood My own wood Oh but I know I'll tear all my wood Oh sometimes I don't know where I go Oh but I know I'll tear all my wood Oh sometimes I know, I know Yeah