Willow Tree March کے بول

You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down And you weaken your love And you hold it above your head Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh we all still die You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down And you weaken your love And you hold it above your head Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh we all still die Marching away from the stream This tree it will die without leaves Marching away from the stream This tree it will die without leaves This tree it will die This tree it will die And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh we all still die And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh we all still die