Texty:
Between The Trees The Story And The Song

We're still waiting for the fire Seeing smoke and waiting for the fire We're still waiting for the fire We're still waiting for the fire Seeing smoke and

's your answer yes I like you I don't love you I can't love you yet These calls are getting longer and these nights go on and on and on forever I do

If standing still and holding on Give yourself the chance to let go And make it more ...Praying with the crowd... Here is the song we wrote about you Here is the song

I'm not listening I swear, and yet Round round they spin like a record now Same false hopes built to be broke down Around and around I'm falling down

Late night, driving home together And at red lights we press our lips together And we're holding tight now slow it down now Let's take our time Let the

little love and faith Shove the papers into the case I'm heading home cause the hands just struck 8 And on and on it goes Tired of this repetition Over and over And

and knoew of, cast round, You seekers of the truth accepting that reasons will relive And breath and hope and chase and love For you and you and you

cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and

and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged