Skeleton Tree

Sunday morning, skeleton tree

Oh, nothing is for free

In the window, a candle

Well, maybe you can see

Fallen leaves thrown across the sky

A jittery TV

Glowing white like fire

Nothing is for free

I called out, I called out

Right across the sea

But the echo comes back in, dear

And nothing is for free

Sunday morning, skeleton tree

Pressed against the sky

The jittery TV

Glowing white like fire

And I called out, I called out

Right across the sea

I called out, I called out

That nothing is for free

And it's alright now

And it's alright now

And it's alright now