Skeleton Tree
Sunday morning, skeleton treeOh, nothing is for freeIn the window, a candleWell, maybe you can seeFallen leaves thrown across the skyA jittery TVGlowing white like fireNothing is for freeI called out, I called outRight across the seaBut the echo comes back in, dearAnd nothing is for free
Sunday morning, skeleton treePressed against the skyThe jittery TVGlowing white like fireAnd I called out, I called outRight across the seaI called out, I called outThat nothing is for free
And it's alright nowAnd it's alright nowAnd it's alright now