Curt Smith - Trees Lyrics

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

Collapse again