Hollow Trees

There is a last time you'll ever hurt

In the dark and silent days before they cover you in dirt

There is a last time we'll hold each other

And if I'm the first to go, I hope that you will take a lover

Some people build ships inside bottles

Or bury treasure and never mark the ground

Some days I doubt myself and I freeze

I only hear echoes or insults from the bees

Living like hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

There is a last time you'll have to choose

Whether to cause pain and win or to suck it up and lose

Some people follow the first sign of trouble

And never admit a mistake may have been made

Some folk get lost in their own reflections

They answer in echoes, they're the madness on the breeze

They're living like hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees

Hollow trees