Sanity Hung From A Sycamore Tree

Flesh coloured leaves
Drifting through
Drowning down these darkened alleys
The sky says Autumn
I'm waiting for Spring
But Winters coming for me
Winter is coming for me

Oh and an echo is never heard from the
Bottom of a hollow well
And a bandaid never hurt but it
Won't make you feel like you never fell
And now you bleed
You bleed with all the
Wtih all the flesh coloured leaves


Rock, Paper, Scissors cut
You hands if you don't take care
Oh, and where are those wooden baby dolls?
...They tumbled down the stairs


Our sanity it hung from a sycamore
Twisted in the air
Innocent victims to childhoods
That left their attics bare


Oh and an echo is never heard from the
Bottom of a hollow well
And a bandaid never hurt but it
Won't make you feel like you never fell

And now you bleed
You bleed with all
With all the flesh coloured leaves


Fall into this well
Say what you couldn't tell
No one will ever hear you
Ever come near you
At the bottom of
At the bottom of
This hollow well


Oh and an echo is never heard from the
Bottom of a hollow well
And a bandaid never hurt but it
Won't make you feel like you never fell
And now you bleed
You bleed with all the
With all the flesh coloured leaves

Bleed in peace.