There is an old man down the way.
He likes to paint Poplar trees.
It's a curious thing though,
he only seems to paint them in three's.
What worries have you faced,
what troubles you?
What brings you there,
doing the things you tell yourself you must do.
All the crosses you must have bared,
and the love that you have lost;
just because you've been scared.
All these rules, you tell yourself you must live by,
are they the things that keep you lonely,
or are they the things that keep you alive?
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
There is an old man down the way.
He likes to paint Poplar trees.
It's a curious thing though,
he only seems to paint them in three's.
What worries have you faced,
what troubles you?
What brings you there,
doing the things you tell yourself you must do.
All the crosses you must have bared,
and the love that you have lost;
just because you've been scared.
All these rules, you tell yourself you must live by,
are they the things that keep you lonely,
or are they the things that keep you alive?
