Beneath the Burning Tree

Carbon copy aftertaste

The taste of lips so delicate

Stop the click and watch the room

Sitting pretty in full bloom

Your stain on my fingers

Like a headache that the pills won't kill

Your stain on my fingers

Like a headache that the pills won't kill

Hold your breath this is the part

That I've been waiting for

Words spill out in front of you

On your bedroom floor

Your stain on my fingers

Like a headache that the pills won't kill

Your stain on my fingers

Like a headache that the pills won't kill

I sat beneath the burning tree

I never gave my world away

Maybe I should, maybe I could

I sat beneath the burning tree

I never gave my world away

Maybe I should, maybe I could

I never gave my world away

Maybe I should, maybe I could

I never gave my world away

Maybe I should, maybe I would

I never gave my world away

Maybe I should, maybe I could

I sat beneath the burning tree

I never gave my world away

Maybe I should, maybe I could

I sat beneath the burning tree

The burning tree, the burning tree