Death Tree

Heres is some water for the dead tree
I see your reflection in the dirty water
Dreams and aspirations Your ideals in the big sky

Passionate Red
The one I loved so much

Ideals being sweeter than candy are just ideals

No one wants the present
Point your finger
Goodbye

I feel love on my forehead at gunpoint
Even the child with the red coat swallows her tears as she faces reality

Why? Why? Over and Over
It will never heal
Why? Why? Over and Over
My dead heart