Days In The Trees

The rain fell soft

On the green and distant fields.

I saw you run

To the shelter of the trees.

I stood alone

With weeds and broken bricks -

My pale fingers curled

Round blades of autumn grass.

Chorus:

I heard your feet crack earth and branch

But you were covered by the leaves.

I shouted out and called your name

But you were hiding in the trees.

Days in the trees.

You rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes

And let the real taste of god

Change the colour of my thoughts.

I was draining the heaven

From the warmth of your breasts;

Lighting fire on the stone.

I tore at the seams

Of my smooth and laundered clothes

And ran to the trees

Racing naked against the day.

(chorus repeat)

Days in the trees.

The ascent to your heaven,

Spending days in the trees.

(i can't stand him laughing at us)