The Trees

Written by：Nick Banks/Jarvis Cocker/Candida Doyle/Steve Mackey/Stanley Myers/Hal Shaper/Mark Webber

I took an air rifle

Shot a magpie to the ground

And it died without a sound

Your skin's so pale

Against the fallen autumn leaves

No one saw us but the trees

Yeah the trees

Those useless trees

Produce the air

That I am breathing

Yeah the trees

Those useless trees

They never said

That you were leaving

I carved your name

With a heart just up above

Now swollen distorted

Unrecoverable like our love

You smell of leaf mound

And the sweetness of decay

Or the incense at the funeral procession here today

And the trees

Those useless trees

Produce the air

That I am breathing

Yeah the trees

Those useless trees

They never said

That you were leaving

Try to shape the world to what you want the world to be

Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me

Oh no I might as well

I might as well go tell it to the trees

Oh yeah the trees

Those useless trees

Produce the air

That I am breathing

Yeah the trees

Those useless trees

They never said

That you were leaving

Go and tell it to the trees yeah

Go tell it to the trees yeah

Go tell it to the trees yeah

Go tell it to the trees yeah

Go tell it to the trees