Three Golden Trees

You carried me up and over the water In a white dress covered in rust And I folded into your shoulders All through the flood There were three golden trees over Beulah And three new graves in the sun We sat together on the horizon There was so much we lost And I hang on your footsteps And I speak your name Are you really the same person? Are you really the same person? Who would treat me this way? Welcome to the end of our trust If you must, if you must Oh, welcome to the end of our trust If you must, if you must I never wanted to show you All those things I was tired, and getting over Long seasons of rain And who are you To take yourself away? Are you really the same person? I can't believe you're the same person Who would treat me this way? Welcome to the end of our trust If you must, if you must Oh Welcome to the end of our trust If you must, if you must If you must, if you must