Trees کے بول

It's time to brood Put up the walls of sound And practice all the finer points Of falling down I'll put aside The calculated eyes The even tempered smile Diffuse again Given time to discuss these points with Outside help I could still these friends in my Heading out to the trees I see myself I hide in green Recall the faded dreams Collide my scope divides And leaves the team Beyond the veil I watch the line extend A helping hand withdraws The line again Given time to discuss these points with Outside help I could still these friends in my Heading out to the trees I see myself Is that an angel on it's side Next to the postman drifting by I once had a dream that I could fly Into the trees It's time to brood Put up the walls of sound And practice all the finer points Of falling down I'll put aside The calculated eyes The even tempered smile Collapse again