Trees Of Old 歌詞

Trees of old your stories they’ve been told Now you have to give us room Your wisdom is laid down, repacked and stored For the next ones to come Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down When we realize that we were wrong Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds? Young trees and old clouds can you save us all? The seas are rising and my drink is getting warm No heart but heat for the farmers of Mexico I'll keep burning cuz it's too cheap no to I mean here it's still plenty cold I should know cuz it's where I keep my home No heart but heat for Mexico I dropped the TV on my foot, and when the pain subsided I finally understood What served had twisted our worlds Looped us into a snarl and poisoned our hearts Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds? Trees of old I'm too dumb to carry on And when I'm gone, will you carve me into lumps? Feed me to the next of kin, in the end trees of old you'll win Please ask the clouds to take me in Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down When we realize that we were wrong Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?