When I breath deep down inside my love
I feel the earth cracking
Blackening up my spine

Its like the last tree falling falling
The last tree being felled by me

Sitting out here all alone
Ears and eyes turned to cold cold stone
The mangroves hold their fingers up in self defence
They are falling falling

Its like the last tree falling falling
The last tree being felled by me

Marbles roll from brooding thumbs of wounded boys and girls
As they pick themselves to the quick, to the bone
No more tears
No less rain
These are the last trees falling falling....

Aaahhhhhh.