In My Tree: Live In Fargo, 15.06.2003


Grazie mille a Linda Vitalogy
Up here in my tree, yeah
Newspapers matter not to me, no
No, no more crowbars to my head, oh
Iíve got the whispers of the leaves, instead

I remember when
I thought I knew everything
But knowledge is a tree, yeah
Itís growing up just like me, yeah
Itís still growing up just like me, yeah

Still growing
Still beating
Still avoiding dying
Still praying
Still loving
Still avoiding crying

Thereís a crow flying
Thereís a tree growing
Tomorrow Iíll learn something
I never thought I know, yeah.