The Greentrees

 

                                                                               song by wt anderson




the church bells are broken,
the white walls are stained,
not a word is spoken to me
by the soldiers who still remain,
.....................i'm standing like a statue
.....................smoke curling up into the dark sky,
here on the earth,
here in the dirt,
it's still an eye for an eye.


and when the medics finally found me,
camera smashed, scattered all around me,
my body, bent and broken,
my eyes, they could not open,
.....................the chaotic strains of violence,
.....................through the shattering shells, the deafening silence
there was a white,
bright light, of sound,
streaming down.


.....................like a heavenly choir,
.....................pulling my heartstrings, and lifting me higher
and all that i know,
here down below,
melted away,

..................................................into the dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio
..................................................i'm tuning in, i will begin, again.


though the churchbells are broken,
though the whitewalls are stained,
though your heart/life it might be frozen,
inside that little seashell, the ocean still remains.



.....................like a heavenly choir,
.....................pulling my heartstrings, and lifting me higher
and all that i know,
here down below,
melted away,

..................................................into the dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio
..................................................i'm tuning in, i will begin, again.