Sam Delaughter Golden Tree
I want them to go awayTo save for another day
Beneath every golden tree
Lies a hypocrisy
I want them to go away
Your fears should have no say
I want them to go away
I don't know what it means
Though perfect as it seems
Beneath every golden tree
Lies my hypocrisy
I don't know what it means
Stutter the careful gleans
I don't know what it means
Beneath every golden tree
Lies my hypocrisy
Beneath every golden tree
Lies a hypocrisy
Say to me what you see
I'll spell it back to me
Push to me what you mean
I'll spell it back to me
I want them to leave
I want them to leave
Rely on our gold and trees
We'll lie under golden trees