Tree don’t care what a little bird sings
We go down with the due in the morning light
The tree don’t know what the little bird brings
We go down with the due in the morning
And we breathe, in it
There is no need to forgive
Breathe, in it, there is no need to forgive
(again)
The trees will stand like ṗleading hands
We go down with the due in the morning light
The trees all stand like ṗleading hands
We go down with the due in the morning light
And we breathe it in
There is no need to forgive
Breathe it in, there is no need to forgive
(again)
The trees will burn with blackened hands
We return with the light of the evening
The trees will burn blackened hands
Nowhere to rest, with nowhere to land
And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there’s no need to forgive
And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there’s no need to forgive
And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there’s no need to forgive
And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there’s no need to forgive again