Poison Tree

The steam above the water rises through the air

All I want's to touch it, feel it on my skin

Follow in its motion, travel where it's been

I'm a little man in a little town

It's a little cold, I'm a little down

I get a little angry, a little bit each day

A little while longer, we'll dig a little grave

The stitches of my pocket fray upon the seam

My truest secret spilled over my heartbeat

A frail little drop of the poison tree

I'm a little man in a little town

It's a little cold, I'm a little down

I get a little angry, a little bit each day

A little while longer, we'll dig a little grave