Where the tree lies

Tamás Cseh. Lyrics. Song.

Anna

Three days in the northern wind,
Trembling and battles wearing me thin
Your smell on my pullover
Where is this leading?
Well.. what is this?

What a sickening, cancerous life
I look here, and you look there
For the place where our fir
Bends to the wind
And where flies its leaf.

That's how I'll fly away soon
and that's how you'll bend towards
that train
that I'm on
on the way home, alone.

Then I cheat on you for a year with my wife
And you'll cheat on me with your lover
That'll be autumn and winter
Full of twisted excuses
Twisted lies.

But this time next year homeward bound
by the window the wind comes round
and on my pullover your smell...
That's right, it's the only way?
This way? It's the only way?

Thus I fly, you bend and I watch you.
I say again, this sickening life
that's how it will bend again to the wind
that fir, that only one
that stupid tree, that only one
you stupid tree.