Tree (A. Neale/D. Rowntree)

Verse1:

Autumn caught me, in an instance.

Each day darkened around.

Severed my reach from the sunlight.

Hidden by green, red and brown.

Letting this weight drop.

Chorus 1:

Why you all hung up in my tree?

Why you all hung up, hung up, in my tree, in my tree?

Verse 2:

Spring brought me transfiguration.

Cherished my roots below ground.

There's a coldness in the air that seeps up from the bottom

I can't hide these colours that I have found.

Letting the weight drop.

Chorus 2:

Why you all hung up in my tree?

Why you all hung up, hung up, in my tree?

Why you all hung up in my tree?

Why you all hung up, hung up, in my tree, in my tree?

Chorus 1