Dan Deacon Sat By A Tree
I look back
It had been a long night
Sitting by the fire
Soon it will be light
It may only last a moment
But a moment can last a lifetime in your mind
I find it's on the telly
What are they trying to sell me
Wake up!
Times gone by
I'm falling down
Every night
I walked off
Sat by a tree
It had captured my attention
When it started asking me
What would you cast into existence
If you contained the persistence to unwind
I find it's on the telly
What are they trying to sell me
Wake up!
Times gone by
I'm falling down
Every night
It's a short life
And sadly unrehearsed
If when I die, if you think of me, think of my best first
But it is out of my control
What this world wants there to be told of me
In time
Wake up in the morning and I'm running
Running past the Rally's but I'm starving
I want to see the trains in the sun if I can
Lay down in the grass after St Anne's
I find it's on the telly
What are the trying to sell me
I don't wanna
Wake up!
Times gone by
I'm falling down
Every night
Wake up
Times gone by
I'm falling down
Every night
