under the greenwood tree she fell asleep
a missing sign
a roadside shrine
the roots run deep
hold on
we drank the city dry that night
on flowers sewn from bones below we watched the sky
hold on
and i'm told that tree upon the heath
steals the souls of those who pass beneath
and if love is a drug
maybe i'm trying to relive the first buzz
hold on
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