The Tree Outside Songtext
von The Samples

Somewhere in the sky it′s harvest time
Looking at the things I've left behind
Crow is singing in the red, cold light
In the back of his mind something′s right

Whisper in my ear, tell me this
Are the branches getting thin?
I can see the stop just up one more mile
It's coming round the bend


Leaves are crunching underneath the feet
Cold is on the face, red with heat
Bring yourself inside, face the fire
Cold is out there now, frozen wires

See you standing here on the bank
Wind blows your hair, eyes they're blank
And I thought I could come down
Stare into the water, see your face again
Or I could climb the tree outside your house

I could climb
I could climb