Carbon copy aftertaste
The taste of lips so delicate
Stop the click and watch the room
Sitting pretty in full bloom
Your stain on my fingers
Like a headache that the pills won't kill
Your stain on my fingers
Like a headache that the pills won't kill
Hold your breath this is the part
That I've been waiting for
Words spill out in front of you
On your bedroom floor [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/funeral_for_a_friend/beneath_the_burning_tree.html ]
Your stain on my fingers
Like a headache that the pills won't kill
Your stain on my fingers
Like a headache that the pills won't kill
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should, maybe I could
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should, maybe I could
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should, maybe I could
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should, maybe I would
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should, maybe I could
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should, maybe I could
I sat beneath the burning tree
The burning tree, the burning tree