Wicked Tree
to hang their woes upon its limbs, to hang their woes upon its limbs.
The child that grows within its bark can't contemplate this time scarred mark;
with velvet gloves and iron fist, velvet gloves and iron fist
I can't feel it any more. Its leaves don't even shine.
It wasn't just a waste of time.
Exploring faces from the past. Always change but still they last;
echoes from a canyon deep, echoes from a canyon deep
In a garden of blue fog, our love is tested in this bog.
Changing upward still we grow, changing upward will we grow.
It was more than I could take, my memories cruel flow.
I drained it down into the lake and there I let it go.
If you see me looking mean, trust that I've just seen
ghost of wicked, wicked tree.
It was more than I could take, my memories cruel flow.
I just kissed the crystal flake and then I let it go.
If you see me looking mean, trust that I've just seen
ghost of wicked, wicked tree.
Writer/s: Greg Loiacono