I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen autumn leaves &
No-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,
Distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
In the trees, those useless trees, etc.
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.

• Ansaphone
• Bad Cover Version
• Bob Lind
• Cocaine Socialism
• Cocaine Sosialism
• Death Comes to Town
• Death Goes to The Disco
• Deep Fried in Kelvin
• Everybody's Problem
• His 'n' Hers
• I Love Life
• Is This House?
• Ladies' Man
• Laughing Boy
• Like a Friend
• Live On
• Mile End
• P. T. a.
• Roadkill
• Seconds
• Set The Controls for The Heart of The Pelvis
• Silence
• Srpski Jeb
• Street Lites
• Sunrise
• That Boy's Evil
• The Babysitter
• The Boss
• The Night That Minnie Timperley Died
• The Professional
• The Trees
• There Was
• Tomorrow Never Lies
• We Are The Boyz
• Weeds Ii
• What Do You Say?
• Whiskey in The Jar
• Wickerman
• You're a Nightmare
• Your Sister's Clothes