Play the chords
The swam in the ears
Of the old douglas firs
Swayed on for years
In a cool summer breeze
I know the tune
But I can't replicate
It'll simply be out of
And hang by the hairs
Of the lame
I held your hand
As you tried to escape
By the pull of the moon
I can't let that happen just yet
You try to think
And sometimes you think
Just a little too much
But whatever you say is the truth
Your universe
Stays on its course of collision
Tragically waiting for death