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Come away
Come away with me
Meet me at the hanging tree, down by the sea
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Come away
Come away with me
I hid a raft in the wood, beyond the hanging tree
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Come away
Come away with me
Leave it all behind, and start again with me
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Come away
Come away with me
Sail with me to somewhere new, far beyond the sea
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Come away
Come away with me
Even if we die tonight, you'll still be with me
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Come away
Come away with me
Our story will live on, The Bodies on the Sea
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Come away
Come away with me
Meet me at the hanging tree, down by the sea
Some didn't make it past
Past the hanging tree
But we will be free, sailing into the sea

Oh it's all hanging threads,
Hanging ligaments with drops of red:
Vines without poles - flesh without bones.

Events roll out in scarlatine flashes:
Eyes in crowd flap down their eyelashes
And in silence the suspense grows strong;

The bricks are set, the façade is over,
But from within, the house still lacks a structure:
One penetrates rooms without walls.

A memory from the depth is brought up,
A storyline used to link so many dispersed dots:
Leaves are flying free as the childhood tree rots...

Oh it's all hanging threads
Hanging sources, hanging roots:
Scars over the sun revolving in loops.

And the conduit narrows down,
Leaks a single bolt of light to glow:
An empty room as throne and crown

And a thorn, pain escaping death,
A frown of estrangement in the face
Of all that's known - what's most unknown.

Spectators stare deceptively
While promises of relief are spared;
They too are suspended in the air...

Oh it's all hanging threads
Hanging loose, hanging dead;
Waiting for the artisan to ease the noose.