The Trees

It goes again Gets good and then You Can't go back to the past No one's there anymore Lifted up by the head Who decides? Gonna end up dead It's a knowing of where and when he left A small feeling in his chest This is not live this is it Do what you please I watch it through a TV Watch it through a TV with ease Watch it through a TV Come on let your guard down no one's here But the trees Come on let your guard down no one's here But the trees Lifted up by the head Who decides gonna end up dead No one's there anymore