Sunday morning, skeleton tree
Nothing is for free
You're laying in, in the window
Nothing is for free, nothing is for free
Falling leaves
Thrown against the sky
A jittery TV by the bed
Glowing white like fire
And I call out the window down to the sea
The echo comes back empty and nothing is for free
And I call out the window
'Jesus was a liar and a thief'
My skeleton tree
Pressed against the sky
A jittery TV on a narrow bed
Glowing white like fire
And I call out the window down to the sea
The echo comes back empty and nothing is for free
And I call out the window to the skeleton tree
'Jesus was a liar and a thief'
