Wind Through The Trees - Ed Harcourt

Oh my deserted one

You must put down your father’s gun

When the sundial reaches midday

Shut your eyes and then look away

Something’s wrong, they’re all gone

I will walk through the long, long grass and say your name

Shot through the chest and head

She killed everyone stone dead

And the wind blew once more through the trees

Now she’s coming straight back to me

Little things, the insect’s sting

I will walk through the long, long grass and say you’re

Running from the dark

Look what you have done

Running from the dark Look what you have done

But you can’t run from me

'Cause I’m the wind through the trees

No you can’t hide from me

Running from the dark

Look what you have done

Running from the dark

Look what you have done

But you can’t run from me

'Cause I’m the wind through the trees

No you can’t hide from me

'Cause I’m the wind through the trees