Beneath the Burning Tree

Funeral for a Friend

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 

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