I took an air rifle, Shot a magpie to the ground
And it died without a sound
Your skin's so pale, against the fallen autumn leaves
No-one saw us but the trees

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air, that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leaving

I carved your name
With a heart just up above
Now swollen, distorted
Unrecognisable, like our love

You smell of leaf mould
And the sweetness of decay
Or the incense at the funeral procession here today

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air, that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leaving

Ah

Try to shape the world to what you want the world to be
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me

Oh, no, I might as well
I might as well go tell it to the trees, yeah

Oh Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air, that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leaving

Go and tell it to the trees, yeah
Go tell it to the trees, yeah
Go tell it to the trees, yeah
Go tell it to the trees, yeah
Go tell it to the trees, yeah