Fallen Down Tree Songtext
von Taylor Ashton

Soft empty pumpkins deform on their porches
In early November
Their twisted grimaces once flickered fiery
Yeah, I remember
The autumn air is pulpy with air gutless waiting
To just be discarded
You had a fire in your belly
But now it′s high time you departed

And everyone is free to run their course
And I'm going hoarse

Just barking up a fallen down tree
A fallen down tree


I pick up your scent on the steps by the Rideau
Or the house on Westmoreland
I can walk past them in either direction
But time just goes forward
Things don′t unrot but they've got the potential
To grow into something
Love decomposes, makes up the richness
Of the new composition

And everyone is free to run their course
And I'm going hoarse

Just barking up a fallen down tree
A fallen down tree
A fallen down, fallen down tree
A fallen down tree