Trees Come Down

Like the Heathen Like the Heathen God look out for the Heathen The Heathen... One more nightmare calling Across the farthest fields The night skies are dawning Takes this much as you Trees come down Fall... There's a girl in a green dress She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame She's huddled by the girl who's crying in the red dress Hunger for life in this dying dying age