Clouds rolling overhead.
White puffs of smoke to me.
Laying here legs crossed.
Wondering where my soul was...

Clouds rolling overhead,
Dancing in white and out grey.
Causing flashbacks,
Flashbacks I wish weren't true.

Laying with legs crossed,
Tightening my grip on the branch above me.
Ropes hanging loosely,
Upon this hanging tree.

Scary?
Hardly...

Strange things have happened here,
Nightmares have come.
Their blasphemy!

Clouds rolling overhead,
In dark masses of grey.
Covering a sky once blue.

Laying here legs crossed,
Seeing the fire in the distance.
Of the dead forest below.

In the hanging tree...

Strange things have happened here,
No stranger would it be.
If my love and I.
Met at midnight,
Within the hanging tree.