She Talks To The Trees

Did you dig up that dead duck To see if the earth had got to it yet? You buried it 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 comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the trees She comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the trees She thinks 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 trees 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 comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the trees She comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the trees She thinks i think she cannot see me So she talks to the trees She comes here looking for me When she gets here, she talks to the trees --- She Talks To The Trees - The Cinematics