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The Cinematics

She Talks To The Trees

Did you dig up that dead duck

To see if the earth had got to if yet?

You buried if deep

But heaven cannot keep

All of those toys you leave behind

Did you get your fingers in a mess

Get dirt on your pretty party dress?

Well, I’m sure you’ll still wear it with pride

She come here looking for me

When she comes here, she talks to the threes

She comes here looking for me

When she comes here, she talks to the trees

She things I think she cannot see me

So she talks to the trees

She comes here looking for me

When she comes here, she talks to the threes

You’re a cracked actor at nineteen

You may never grace the silver screen

So you curse the parts that you’ll never play

And swear in all the lines that you’ll never say

Do the old ones understand you?

And does this drive you wild?

Did they throw away their party cards

While you were still a child?

And did they tell you all the stories

Of all the things you wish you’d done?

She come here looking for me

When she comes here, she talks to the threes

She comes here looking for me

When she comes here, she talks to the trees

She things I think she cannot see me

So she talks to the trees

She comes here looking for me

When she comes here, she talks to the threes