Beneath The Burning Tree Lyrics - Funeral For A Friend

Carbon copy aftertaste 

The taste of lips so delicate 

Stop the click and watch the room 

Sitting pretty in full bloom 

Your stain on my fingers 

Like a headache that the pills won't kill 

Your stain on my fingers 

Like a headache that the pills won't kill 

Hold your breath this is the part 

That I've been waiting for 

Words spill out in front of you 

On your bedroom floor 

Your stain on my fingers 

Like a headache that the pills won't kill 

Your stain on my fingers 

Like a headache that the pills won't kill 

I sat beneath the burning tree 

I never gave my world away 

Maybe I should, maybe I could 

I sat beneath the burning tree 

I never gave my world away 

Maybe I should, maybe I could 

I never gave my world away 

Maybe I should, maybe I could 

I never gave my world away 

Maybe I should, maybe I would 

I never gave my world away 

Maybe I should, maybe I could 

I sat beneath the burning tree 

I never gave my world away 

Maybe I should, maybe I could 

I sat beneath the burning tree 

The burning tree, the burning tree