From Chambers, Slow

There's a tree in my yard and it killed all the other plants

And showed no remorse

But even nature's a bitch and that bitch is gonna take her course

It dominates the yard and it doesn't seem right

It played out like that

But you won't hear me complain 'cos it don't look bad

Would you trust your life

To traffic lights

And strangers' hands

Near every night?

I'll sing in time

With the crashing cars

And all sounds that carry

To my front yard

And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me

I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me

If I were a ghost, I'd fuck with everybody I know

Shake the walls on each house

And each attic above so keep your ear to the ground

I'd carve "hello" into the rafter with a bent up fork

So you can read it next time

You go up there to push something out of sight and mind

Bullets may fly

From chambers, slow

But straight and steady

So still they go

And weave around

Houses and trees

In search of you

In search of me

And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me

I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me