Peel the paper from the bones
A seed waits beneath the soil
The ink is pushing further up your spine

From your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heart

Weight bends the birches low
Fades more with every blow
A whisper spreads the letters randomly

From your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heart

Should someone carve a heart
Let the blood hit the ground
It adds a bit of truth, turns the chestnut into the sweetest fruit
Don´t let the raven nest
Don´t let it fly
Bye bye


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    General CommentI can't believe this song doesn't have any comments yet. It's one of my absolute favorites from The Blue Van, lyrically. Seems to me it's about the whole... process, of any creative writing, ya know?
    zz3nion April 16, 2008   Link
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    General Comment"Weight bends the birches low"

    Hello, Robert Frost.
    gooleyon June 04, 2008   Link

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