Find a pine tree up in the hills

With a hole that's silent and dark

Place your hands and stand as you feel

Whisper secrets into her heart

Small black stones with glass at their edge

Soft red squares that sigh as they bleed

Yellow curves shaped just like a girl

Wood-cut discs that nobody sees

Tell me frankly, tell me again

What you told me out on the street

All these trap doors slip behind time

Drag like cans on strings on your feet

Open up your tin of cold soup

Heat it up with bread from the shop

Sit in front of jeremy kyle

Wonder when the secrets will stop lock your secrets inside a tree

Let it grow for one hundred years float your thoughts far off out to sea store them

Up in pelican's tears