Rootless Tree
by Damien Rice
What I want from you is empty your head.
But they say be true, don t stain your bed.
And we do what we need to be free.
And it leans on me like a rootless tree.
What I want from us is empty our minds.
But we fake, we fuss, and fracture the times.
We go blind when we needed to see.
And this leans on me, like a rootless...
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU
and all we ve been through.&l