Hanging On The Trees

So on the way down

I count the days of numbers out

So on the way down

I lose the sense of meaning

Hey there, you know

All lights gone out

Time's running out

It's meant to be



Afar, a hanging on the trees

Away from sight and hearing

A time when all the leaves were green

Embarrassed now from blooming

Hey there, you know

Man's playing god

Life can be bought and sold with ease



Hang like a star

Lay down like a brick

I've been made a fool of me

Dry as a nail

Through flesh into wood

I've been made a fool of me

Hey there, you know

All kinds of sad

Grey kind of black is hanging on

All kinds of bad are hanging on.