The world looks so small from up here
In the hanging tree
Problems once extreme now obsolete
In the hanging tree
Tell me now your love has died
In the hanging tree
Its going to be Ok now, I feel so high
In the hanging tree

Here I lay wide open on the block
Every tear a new scar
Sprawled out and torn apart
You always did tell me to keep my chin up
And so here I lay
On the chopping block

I lost you on a blacked out path
Steep, winding, layered in broken glass
I thought id tought you to stay on track
I thought you said you had my back
I was planning to come and find you,
Lost in leaves dotted with dew
The odds are your safe.
Torch in hand
But im worried you didnt make it to the promised land
I hope your safe now where you lay. I know that ill see you latter today
Be steadfast in your lonely sleep
For i am lieing here
Nothing left but fear
And the ache i get when your not here