
They're cutting trees Outside They have a tool A weapon That sweeps through Branches Falling to the ground Gravity. My heart breaks a little And then some more. Civilised living. They move to the next On and on And I watch.
Artists Anonymous, for the balance and mental health of artists
They're cutting trees Outside They have a tool A weapon That sweeps through Branches Falling to the ground Gravity. My heart breaks a little And then some more. Civilised living. They move to the next On and on And I watch.