Trees

What a fucking mess have we got here?
Tell me everything you need to hear
Tell me that you hate it
When it’s exactly how we made it
Things are never quite as they ap(pear)

Periodically I start to fear
That you would take a love and disappear
When I told you that I gave it
But you didn’t want to save it
Do trees make sounds when no one else is (near)?

Nearly, somewhere we bеlong
It’s so clearly that we’re on our own
Whеn all I am
Is a man with no goddamn sense
Still coming along
Still coming along

In half a million years will we be here?
Or will the Earth take back Her: land, and sea, and air
And when the aliens do find us
Will it be love that does remind us:
To be or not to be, is what is (fair)

Fairly I am certain You are there
And for the tragedy of man, you still shed tears
Did You put us on a timer?
Do You want us, sort of, kind of?
Do trees make sounds when no one else is (near)?

Nearly, somewhere we belong
It’s so clearly that we’re on our own
When all I am
Is a man with no goddamn sense
Still coming along
Still coming along

On your own again…
On our own again…