The Heights of Trees - The Kite String Tangle

I barley recognise myself in hotel mirrors

I got bored before I found myself

At night I disappear

If I can find the plug I pull it out when I am clean

I leftward being just you and me

Not this ocean in-between

And you never stopped your toe going up

And now that’s all you think about

So close to the surface

But still can’t breathe or break it

Sucked into the bells of trumpets

Shout out to the heights of trees

The kind you only ever see in TV documentaries

And I don’t care what you’re saying

Because nothing ever happens for a reason

But that’s what I am told

That’s what I am told

Let’s head south and settle in

Because the city has no sentiment

Pick the fruit

Like Vicodin

Written faces on our money

My hands are rough

But you don’t mind

The silence hangs for the longest time

I swear I feel your skin on mine

You can scuff my shoes

But not my mind

And you never stopped your toe going up

And now that’s all you think about

So close to the surface

But still can’t breathe or break it

Sucked into the bells of trumpets

Shout out to the heights of trees

The kind you only ever see in TV documentaries

And I don’t care what you’re saying

Because nothing ever happens for a reason

But that’s what I am told

That’s what I am told

And you never stopped your toe going up

And now that’s all you think about

So close to the surface

But still can’t breathe or break it

Sucked into the bells of trumpets

Shout out to the heights of trees

The kind you only ever see in TV documentaries

And I don’t care what you’re saying

Because nothing ever happens for a reason

But that’s what I am told

That’s what I am told