The Trees
Composer(s): Nick Banks - Jarvis Cocker - Candida Doyle - Steve Mackey - Mark Webber
Performer(s): Pulp



I took an air rifle 
Full of buckeye to the ground 
And it died without a sound 

Your skin's so pale 
Against the fallen autumn leaves 
No-one saw us but the trees 

Yeah, the trees 
Those useless trees 
Produce the air 
That I am breathing 

Yeah, the trees 
Those useless trees 
They never said 
That you were leaving 

I carved your name 
With a heart just up above 
Now swollen, distorted 
Unrecognisable, like our love 

You smell of leaf mould 
And the sweetness of decay 
Or the incense at the funeral procession here today 

And the trees 
Those useless trees 
Produce the air 
That I am breathing 

Yeah, the trees 
Those useless trees 
They never said 
That you were leaving 

Ah 

Try to shape the world to what you want the world to be 
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me 

Oh, no, I might as well 
I might as well go tell it to the trees, yeah 

Oh yeah, the trees 
Those useless trees 
Produce the air 
That I am breathing 

Yeah, the trees 
Those useless trees 
They never said 
That you were leaving 

Go and tell it to the trees, yeah 
Go tell it to the trees, yeah 
Go tell it to the trees, yeah 
Go tell it to the trees, yeah 
Go tell it to the trees, yeah