Trees Lyrics - Curt Smith

It's time to brood 

Put up the walls of sound 

And practice all the finer points 

Of falling down 

I'll put aside 

The calculated eyes 

The even tempered smile 

Diffuse again 

Given time to discuss these points with 

Outside help I could still these friends in my 

Heading out to the trees I see myself 

I hide in green 

Recall the faded dreams 

Collide my scope divides 

And leaves the team 

Beyond the veil 

I watch the line extend 

A helping hand withdraws 

The line again 

Given time to discuss these points with 

Outside help I could still these friends in my 

Heading out to the trees I see myself 

Is that an angel on it's side 

Next to the postman drifting by 

I once had a dream that I could fly 

Into the trees 

It's time to brood 

Put up the walls of sound 

And practice all the finer points 

Of falling down 

I'll put aside 

The calculated eyes 

The even tempered smile 

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