the rain fell soft
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on the green and distant fields.
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I saw you run
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to the shelter of the trees.
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I stood alone
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with weeds and broken bricks -
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my pale fingers curled
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round blades of autumn grass.
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[chorus:]
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I heard your feet crack earth and branch
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but you were covered by the leaves.
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I shouted out and called your name
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but you were hiding in the trees.
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days in the trees.
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You rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes
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and let the real taste of God
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change the color of my thoughts.
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I was draining the heaven
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from the warmth of your breasts;
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lighting fire on the stone.
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I tore at the seams
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of my smooth and laundered clothes
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and ran to the trees
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racing naked against the day.
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[chorus]
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days in the trees.
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the ascent to your heaven,
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spending days in the trees.
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(I can't stand him laughing at us)
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Days In The Trees - Mahler (US Remix)
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| No-Man |
